Holding my baby
The smell of fresh milk
A little brown puppy
The feel of silk
A bird call by the window
Sunlight on my bum
In the shadow of a cabana
Friends, coke and rum
Home for the weekend
Butter cake, sweet tea
A walk to the river
Escaping a bee
The lifting of gloom
Thoughts of a new you and me
Beatles on my ipod
Singing, let it be, let it be.
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