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SUSAN AT HER PIANO
Her piano in the beams of the late day sunAtop the gilded ivories her fingers runSleepy cat sprawls aboveBathed in the warm sun and Susan's love
Her guy is shooting poolDowntown in the old barBirds sing on the window sillShe listens for his car...
They're both artistsAnd they love my artIn their home I am a guestI photograph the heart... |
She's such a very pretty thingWith many talents, and she cooks,Her long red hair flows like a riverShe's a lover of good books.
They treat each other very fairConsiderate and wiseHe is always there for her...Her heart is in her eyes...
I love sweet couplesPeople brave enough to believePrecious light pours graciously uponThey who are open to receive... |
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