Man could he laugh, you always knew when he was in a room.
No matter how large.
At a wedding over a band roaring along and pleasing the groom.
He was supercharged.
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Your little patio, alone with time and fate
How fragile you seemed on that bench
Staring at the traffic, everyone in a hurry
No time to bring a smile or a story
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She will always wash her tiny feet in a pail by the door
Crystal waters instantly turn to muddy chocolate swirls
A bucket of thrilling delight from the wells icey surprise
Contrasting with her hot sweaty mess of tangled wild hair
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Scatter birdseed like wishes
Spread good thoughts all around
Some will sprout into reality
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Just once more
I want to tear down that highway
Let the freedom of the road
Deliver me home
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Wandering souls under this canopy of heaven
Our passion play opens with a new curtain each morning
To a story of a day that has already been written
But before the curtain falls like a billion times before
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He had traded in convenience
For a dented tin coffee cup
Sturdy and big enough for stew
River washed or snow scrubbed
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In my orbit where I dwell I sometimes cross your path
Your satellites of humor, good will and joyfulness
Sing within my sphere in harmonic electric wonder
Listen to the music of one or countless others
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Big things have small beginnings
Best to stay alert
If your mind is of the rare kind
Unhindered by convention
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How sad that such things exist
I would rather never write
A lament for the lost souls
Or a tribute to bravery
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