I have a green note
Book-
It is a light breen
God
Kissing my fingertips
Anonymously-
Today I dont have to
Buy any beer-
I find emeralds at
The doorstep
Instead of dead
Kittens-
In August, I will
Be flying back to
America on
My sister's birthday-
And as I sit here Wednesday
Waiting for my wife to
Come down,
I have a premonition of
Meeting a beautiful
Tourist at least
30,000 feet in the air.
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