call it a picnic, partying in wilderness
all set to boot, but where’s my companion?
Let me play music and sing a song
Serenade her to come where I’m waiting
all set to boot, but where’s my companion?
let me choose the lyrics carefully from my heart
Serenade her to come where I’m waiting
she’s sensitive – for an apology waiting
let me choose the lyrics carefully from my heart
call it a picnic, partying in wilderness
she’s sensitive – for an apology waiting
Let me play music and sing a song
Image credit: Bill Reynolds
Brings to mind the song “Piano Man” which I’m listening to as I read this and it fits so well.
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Thanks ☺️ Enjoy the music
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Excellently crafted poem, Reena.
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Thanks a ton, Bill!
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Very pleasant pantoum, Reena. I hope she forgives him and they snuggle all night long.
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Thank you, Lisa!
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You’re welcome, Reena.
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Sweet poem.
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Thank you so much!
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Nicely done, Reena. Love the poetry.
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Thank you, Linda!
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