Running barefoot, in the month of May,
Rain clouds racing by.
Nice and cool early in the day,
Underneath a steel grey sky.
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I wrote a poem for her,
To tell her of my love.
One that would make her purr,
Just like a turtle dove.
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Why am I here, I said,
To no one I could see.
To a voice inside my head,
That always spoke to me.
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I cannot stand to be cooped up,
I must be free to roam.
Whether in the Mojave with my pup,
Or in Texas, in my home.
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There's a little cactus wren,
Getting a drink.
From the old Metate,
In the back.
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There is a place, in southern California,
That feels like Heaven.
It's a little town called Julian.
An old gold mining town,
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I want to be,
Your drinking glass.
And taste your lips,
Everyday.
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Arturo ate a jumping bean,
And he started to twitch.
To me it just seemed,
That he had a bad itch.
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The suns going down,
It's that time of the day.
That the twilight people,
Come out to play.
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