Wednesday, September 14, 2011

Red Poppy Boogy

The Red Poppy Boogy

The Serenity Mint leaves just a hint,
Of a time both near and far.
When this gray Granddaddy,
Knew how to be happy
Chasing fireflies with a jar.
So, smoke the smoke and write the line.
Please, Mother Nature, just a little more time.
The Red Poppy Boogy makes me sway and dance.
Makes me toss these blues for one last chance,
For a freedom that's all mine.
So I asked Jake to breakfast,
To see how time's passed;
Between me and place long gone,
A something I lost that seventies September,
A shadow of a place called home.
So, smoke the smoke and write the line.
Please, Mother Nature, just a little more time.
The Red Poppy Boogy makes me sway and dance.
Makes me toss these blues for one last chance,
For a freedom that's all mine.
Do these lights really shine?
Or are they just moonbeams?
Do they lead to a new time?
Or just yesterday's dreams?
So, smoke the smoke and write the line.
Please, Mother Nature, just a little more time.
The Red Poppy Boogy makes me sway and dance.
Makes me toss these blues for one last chance,
For a freedom that's all mine.

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