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7 February 1997
your smile floating in the air
turns and softly sits down next to mine.
"That is nice" I think to myself
"but would you still be there if I walked
five hundred miles
?"
so carefully I stand up and start strolling down the road
casually as if I were going to look at my garden.
only is I stop
thing that never walking
not when the road turns
not when the city ends
not when Apollo takes the SUN away
until one day I arrive at a small courtyard
with a sign that says 500 MILES.
I open the wooden gate and walk in.
"That is nice" I think to myself
"Who's the authority on miles around here anyway
?"
And my smile floating in the air
turns and quietly sits down next to yours.
Copyright © 1997 Charles Fry
forgotten memories of being burned at the stake sweet dreams sharing hand-in-hand the stranger hidden courtyards holding You princess happy day loneliness fragile, handle with care my small trip to the cement factory dedication this record is for You the day that I cried Last night I woke up under my bed. my silver Dancing shoes Man my heart tears. the three things strait jackeght like you abcdefghijklmnopqrstuvwxyz Fire cooks me Princess Alexandra: A Little Story cats up cat twice sweet rain water little children my heart How blind I am in wooden glasses. I know she's crying cause it stains her voice, Dear Family, I pound at my heart We run away from the ice cream truck purple sunset J. Elephant so i walk up to you with this the Soul queen so, you say that i do not speak window dear sweet old Ordinary i am a Harp