Thursday, October 1, 2015





































you are my walking stick
you are my magic trick
you are the ace of spades
in our full deck
my sunrise asks your permission
of your sunset to make a deal
the day in between
is not callous or mean
but filled with the love of the real
you are my walking stick
you are my magic trick
you are the ace of spades
in our full deck
here comes delirious admission
all this haggling has turned into song
words under the eaves
still radiate heat
and love is to never be wronged
you are my walking stick
you are my magic trick
you are the ace of spades
in our full deck
unaware of the windows behind me
here comes the tide in a fashion
the light is pure gold
we shall never grow old
when we bow together remind me
you are my walking stick
you are my magic trick
you are the ace of spades
in our full deck
you are my walking stick

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