11/8/06
Drinking orange soda pop sitting on the pier,
The breeze is fresh running through my hair.
The moments, I feel, are dear.
Sitting in the my lover’s lap, his arms snaking around,
Leaning back into him,
My heart is right at home.
Scratching a dog behind his ears,
Hearing a kitten purr, I feel warm and so content.
Fuzzy, cute, it’s clear.
Running through a heavy storm,
Never wearing shoes, singing songs, and drawing things,
Enjoying plain ol’ norm.
Chicken soup and otter pops, it’s the little things in life.
It’s just a matter of feeling them.
Relax, enjoy your time.
(It was time for something upbeat.)
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