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I'm smiling at young men who look just like their brothers
And remembering how we felt in those days
He was so cute, but never had anything to say
As I recall, he never won the women that way
International Love Song
My heart aches for the call to prayer and brown eyes
I'd like my drink in a small glass shot, out of a large brass pot
I want dirt roads, broken asphalt and honking horns
Stop for the impoverished calf
I suddenly want more noise and less space
Challenge you for your price
Vegetarian options half the book
I miss you dearly
The Story of Sally and the Mice
One Sunday morning
At her wooden dining table
Sat little Sally Mason
For her breakfast
A mouse scurried by
And it gave a little, 'hi'
So Sally said in reply,
"How ya doing?"
They had quite a conversation
Sally left in elation
To have met the whole mouse family
And their neighbours
So she ran to the adults
(Who were having adult parties)
And told them of their guests
Just in the kitchen
Oh what a friend I have made today!
Some are young and some are grey
I'd really quite like it if they could stay
Oh what a friend I have made today.
All of the people
They returned to their houses
And they asked all the mouses
To leave them
So all of those mouses
They packed up their bags
And they scurried on a journey
To a free land
All the family
Couldn't believe the eviction
They were mad with conviction
That they were wronged
So all of those mouses
Marched right back to those houses
And yelled at the humans
For their mice-rights
Oh what a friend I have made today
They know what's right and wrong and they say it that way
Not everyone agrees, but I believe
That if our places switched they would be friends with me
Well the adults wouldn't listen
But Sally opened up her door
And told them what's mine is yours
Come on over
In their brand new bedroom living
They feel quite alive and free
With their friend Sally
Forever
Oh what a friend I have made today!
Not everybody loves them, but I still say
That I'd quite like them to stay
Oh what a friend I have made today
Forgiveness
Annie lays back and counts numbers in her head
How many times must she feel this way
She traces the line from point to point and wonders if the lead will break
Annie wonders if taking offense is a sin, and how long she can hold it for
How many days before offense turns into grudge?
Somehow it always fades away before she can figure it out
She would like to write a statement of rebuttle
Because surely, the offender needs to hear her feelings
And it's not as though the feelings quit, so they should be heard over and over
Annie would like to repeat: "You've hurt me, you've hurt me, you've hurt me"
Because she doesn't know if they've got it yet
Instead she lays her head back down
Holding her tongue
Annie lifts her chest, and its contents, up to the sky
The only way she can seem to remove it from her body
Hoping someone else will pick it up and clean it off
Giving her back a mended heart and a new day
What's With Today, Today?
It is better, today, to walk like old people
My arm in the crook of yours
We walk slowly, the young people behind us impatient to get by
The sun is out, and we are on this earth to feel it
Dear,
I have not let myself sleep yet so my body and soul will feel the last couple drops of this melancholy, for I've just reconciled with you and it's a the kind of beauty that comes with red eyes. I have so many things to say but I don't feel the need to write them down, I think I can explain it all on speaking terms. I just want to sit with you for long periods of time and I surely hope this means I trust you because I know a little deeper that you're there to be trusted. I also dance for this, one of the truest things I've know. And thanks, for all these good and perfect things. Whether you're mine or not in fifteen years I promise I will say that it was love, I know it was love. It wasn't that other stuff where, what the hell was I doing I was mean and selfish. It was honest and I let things go for you. That's a strange experiance, that's why I know it's true. Thank you for cleaning my windows, that's the best a man has ever done. In the cold and frost you made your way right through the lines.
One More
I want you close
To breathe your air one more day
There are so many things I can't forget
And only one I can live in today
Maybe I could have you and this
Or them and that
Me and here and there
But I can't have it all
Tonight I say,
I will keep you for one more day
