A day, one minute
They’re both the same without you
Time shuffles along
One beer becomes three
Each sip brings a memory
Sure wish you were here
I dance alone some
Waltzing around the kitchen
Clutching a shadow
Drinking and Dancing
A day, one minute
They’re both the same without you
Time shuffles along
One beer becomes three
Each sip brings a memory
Sure wish you were here
I dance alone some
Waltzing around the kitchen
Clutching a shadow
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Aww… Lovely words Leslie xxxx
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Thanks! I was lonely and tipsy.
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And creative. Don’t forget the creative.
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Sometimes the lonely and the tipsy get creative, right?
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All the time xxxxxx
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Oh, wow, that’s a tearjerker. Is your Baby traveling too much? Love this poem.
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Thank you! I’d gotten accustomed to having the old fart at home, then he had to go to Orlando this week. He’s home now, though.
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