My Juke Box Sole

In the step by step fashion of the World on the crush,

of a frost on the chilly Wilds I speak Tell.

As the funny of a stood On the done outed Waist is in the course,

of a Standard of transmission sew belled.

At the ring of the Answer to the rinse of the Towers a theme has come to be,

in the Language of letter head to the found of balers Wine,
ask not of the chance to gander without The Swan Sun,
as James Blunt is the Electrical current that doors the Tide.

To the timely on the Hour,

of skit Time foundation,

does quick the bind with drills that Rise a write.

Too taste the tongue in the corker of message,

as that is the pen Sill of a life on the Part of a crawl.

Inch the fax to Whom has not strength to venture the Sun in a Raised,

for even the equal bee hops a Sanction to the deep divide on Shoes.

Mud Cakes Cow pies those Road Apples on the rides,

saddle the fraction to a Trail of Jumps in the sound of grounds; I rumped a View to the Scenery.

As to eyes that say a terrible before the After of the action,

of the delve is all daisy chained to the Beautiful release on a Landing of the Moon,
these rocket Ship parlor Rooms breathe a Knights tether.

Rifled to the Primer of the suggestion to Nautical be lined,

I invest in the Patience of a Vlasic by Named,

that sorting of Ying & Yang,

on the coffee in the Tee Up for the supper of Mazed.

Chase lounge with a Hi Stepper,

for the Introduction quacks to the Chirp on the swing of littles Quirk,
for without the Lord for Whom the bell soared there is no berth to beg a Question.

Towards thee Say caption on the Sky News,

of stride as the Plains of Feat,

ankle addition to Top Hats on the skeet: I wonder.....

A combination on the Sayer at the believed in the Now,
a threshold to bearings of no longer lost in translation,
Top Gun & Broke Back Mountain,
the cents to Copper on the Wire of talkers that perfumed the explanation for a stickier Cleaned.

Blues & Lullabies by dg

Blues of Heaven

I have sung this song, Lord, all my life
It just keeps on a'rolling though all the love and strife
When I get to my long home--it's gonna sound just right

These are the blues of heaven from Texas to St Lou
And all around this world of green and blue
And though the sun might go down--
                            you can still hear these old sweet blues

I'm gonna' run like a stallion, and sing like a dove
The blues in my heart, and strength from above
And when you sign my name,-- sign it "Just Love"

Feel like a burst of sun coming through the clouds
I pray everyday I don't get so proud
And let my flesh and my eyes--lose this old dark shroud

Got no mind to ramble, just to go somewhere
Everything I need you know is right here
The next time I move just might be--through the air

dg ink
copyrighted Don Garrett
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