SOME PLANS ARE TRICKY
When she opened that note,
my best hope was that just a little would go wrong
Scribbled lines often were not mine
She’d read my poem but not my disguise , AM stations most white girls played, they rarely heard any Smokey songs. “More joy than time could ever destroy” got me smiles , maybe a peck, dude, enjoy this handheld walk , wasn’t hard to guess what’s coming next.
Busted, that one in ten friend blended truth into here ear and , well, when cause was lost , that was very very clear. Some tears and jeers, guilt trips and fingers flipped
One would think that plan extinct
But I’d circle back and double down Next move employed Masterful Hijinks
“This is no fiction, this is no act”
Yeah that’s from Smokey I’d say
I’m was unable to communicate any other way. I knew you’d know and I’m anxious to come clean,
You are for me all that I’ve ever dreamed. Her smiled softened gladdened that I told her truth,
was this a glory day or proof of misspent youth?
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.. you are such a cool dude .. I'm just gonna go cut n paste your authors note into my frontal lobe sir ..
Kept your identity out of sight huh? I don't see you with anyone who doesn't know any Smokey songs! 😉 But if you were using his lines, I can see how you got their attention. Lol 🎶 This is no fiction, this is no act, this is real, it's a fact. I'll always belong only to you, each day I'll be livin' to make sure I'm givin' you more love and more joy 🎶 This one's a favorite! Definitely a glory day!
Too cool
Liz will see you with me, i.e. someone who don't know any Smokey songs. I know a hymn or 20 though! lol.
Smokey is as close to prayers in my music as will likely occur. I respect all preferences if all others but I talk to the creator in a silent way.
Great poem of self disclosure.I particularly like the line "She read my poem but not my disguise."Well done
Too kind and too cool and thanks for not noting that the plan was to achieve a spot desired with tools of chicanery or tricky events.
'Was this a glory day or proof of misspent youth?'
I love the way this flows!
Great write!
Means a lot coming from you.
thanks for writting this your poems never fail to bring a smile to my face
alas , have I found my station? Across time bridged by teen to senility my arrow targets.
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