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October 1st 2011
Rolling into the month
Of pumpkins and turkeys
Goblins and witches
You get chills,
You’re so far from summer
So close to Christmas
That you’re beside yourself
With longing and anticipation,
Much like thinking about you,
I suppose years from now
The question will be,
Who was she,
Who was the You,
Who was the mysterious
Woman he wrote about,
But you’ll know,
And
When the questions pop
You’ll smile to yourself
For you know how
People are,
They wouldn’t believe it
Even if you told them.
Stephen Nesbitt © http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GWkqACt1Xi8&feature=related . |
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