Michael John - Poem by Iva Predum
Michael John, Michael John where are you tonight
my Michael John?
You been gone since early yesterday morn,
And if you don't want to come home,
Can't you at least pick up a phone and
let me know where you are Michael John.
And if you would only call, I would tell you all
I love and miss you Michael John.
When your not by my side, I could just
lay down and cry Michael John.
Michael John, Michael John where
are you tonight, Michael John.
I want you home here by my side,
not out roaming the country side.
Where are you tonight my
Please hurry home I love
you Michael John!
(Frist worte it in the summer of 1981)
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