Hey – Hey Miss apple pie skies – missin’ the large lonely.
Pick the joy while the joy is green, a comedy of bent cliches
Miss shadow dancer, and like while the iron’s hot.
Half- way sounds and half measure days, backin’ round and
Round to it, to what isn’t yours and what isn’t yours.
... for the lightest, slightest step away.
Miss apple pie skies.
9 April 07
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