4:33:22 AM EDT
if i had a drum, i'd rum pum pum
i'd rum pum pum, if i had a drum
if i had a drum, painted blue
i'd rum pum pum just for you.
if i had a flute, i'd root toot toot
i'd root toot toot, if i had a flute
if i had a flute, made of bamboo
i'd root toot toot just for you.
if i had a bell, i'd ring it well
i'd ring it well, if i had a bell
if i had a bell, here's what i'd do
i'd ring it well just for you.
but i have no drum, to rum pum pum
and i have no flute, to root toot toot
and i have no bell, no bell to ring
i only have this song to sing.
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5:03:21 AM EDT
the last haiku poem-
at least until the next one.
and that's a promise...
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5:00:14 AM EDT
things seem all right now.
why such a wonderful change?
i forgot myself !
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5:37:41 AM EDT
the little birds know...
life is play and dance and song !
i have it all wrong.
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4:29:30 AM EDT
lonely city streets,
in my heart the thought of her.
soft spring rain falling...
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5:26:35 AM EDT
epitaph
the master musician is deaf.
the painter of perfection, blind.
the most eloquent poet is dumb.
lame, the dancer divine.
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4:58:52 AM EDT
forty days since i saw her
since the day she waved goodbye
forty days i've been laughing
just so i don't cry.
forty days since i heard her
sweet voice call my name
forty days i've been smiling
so i don't go insane,
forty days.
every moment we're apart
i've got an aching in my heart
i've got a longing in my soul
i wonder if she knows...
forty days i've been walking
lonely circles around this town
forty days i've been talking
to the gravel on the ground.
forty days in the desert
forty days in the wild
forty days in twenty first century
america exiled,
forty days.
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4:51:41 AM EDT
song out of time
Oh my Darlin, what do ya say
we go somewhere and share this bottle of Beaujolais.
it's almost Christmas, and it's getting cold,
i know we're not that young anymore
but you know we're not all that old.
Oh my sweet Love, you look so fine,
won't you help me polish off this bottle of wine?
it cost nine dollars, it was imported from France.
that's over in Europe somewhere i believe,
we can look it up if we get a chance.
Oh my Dear One, you look so good,
better than those movie stars out in Hollywood.
You drive me crazy, when you call my name.
if we let this bottle go to waste
you know, it would be a crying shame.
Oh Anam Cara, you're the best,
there's no one can compare to you, it's no contest.
You were there at the beginning, i'll be there at the end.
You're the Jewel of my heart,
my Most Beloved Friend.
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