Coming
Coming
And then again you are alone
The bird is gone, a bird has flown
When you made the fatal slip
Forgot to button up your lip
And other than a fatal flaw
Something that you never saw
Guess you lost your grip
But coming soon another light
Candle burns with her’s alight
Better sharpen up your sight
Pretty as a bird in flight
Another timeless slip
accept her is my right
Don Johnson
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