BEST Pals

by Jane Brennan   Feb 16, 2007


Clouds are drifting
High in the sky
I lie and watch them
Floating by

I'd think of the things
I like to do
Going out with my pal
For a drink or two

We might decide
to go for a dance
and possibly find
A new romance

then we'd gaily
Walk back home
And off to bed
we'd go alone

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