| These Are The Days
There’s a house with a garden
Where it grows green from the seeds she sows
Rambling rose
Strike your pose
“Click” one more for the scrapbook
Maude pauses, blows out smoke, says isn’t it a joke
How wise and witty women
Have it hard with men
Here’s one for the mind’s ability
To create vivid imagery
Here’s one to hopes and prospects
Here’s one to life maybe in the next
We’re going to get a better deal
Get it or have to get real
Now the crowd gets loud
In a whim decides to skim stones
On the blue blank surface
Let’s get rid of dresses
We’re in heat
There is worry and woe
Tomorrow
Tonight the sun won’t set
We don’t drink to forget
These are the days!
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