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"Blue Skies" by Jim Long
The misty morning fog appears,
And I see your eyes aren’t filled with tears.
A smile appears upon your face just as last night,
Because it is your love you last and first in your sites.
“The sky is going to be pretty today”,
You say as you pull back the curtains in your way.
A grin appears as you remark, “How do you sleep like that?”
And that annoying question, “Honey, Am I getting FAT?”
And, I answer, “Yes it is! It’s not hard. No Way!!!!”
It is just something I learned to say.
Because here the sky is always,
Pretty these days….
Copyright 2005 Jim Long
All rights reserved. Do not publish, in whole or in part, unless you are given my expressed written permission... Jim Long
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