LAST WHITE LIE LOVE SONG
You're my
little clouds passing over
giving me
dark and light
hot and cold
You're my
jet airplane in the night
giving me
false stars
You're my
gasping screaming crying wind
You're my
lucky lotto numbers
that never win
You're my
crickets singing on a rainy afternoon
You're my
Fat chance Big hope Blue moon
© Darcy Stumbaugh, May 7, 2002
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