I dreamt I was back in California
Felling its breeze blow away my cares
Would it rain don't think so
California sun has too much glow
A glow a glow it shawn so
Sometimes I wish I was back in Californio
The 6 AM run's are heaven you know
Newport Beach here we go
Right along with the traffic flow
The lights we'd catch right on time
In sink with our thoughts to the dime
The dry air filled our lungs up so
Desert air is the way to go
Along the back bay dog and I run
Out of the way of the traffic run
Keeping pace is what we do
A pace that's different for me and you
California I'll always miss you
Nick Krakana
Timmins Ontario
Canada
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