George, Clarence, and I,
singing lullabyes
to third street walker byes
who would stay and sit awhile
while drinking hot tea,
fighting the ocean breeze
clapping their hands with me
til it’s time for all to sleep.
@judyholiday , this poem is for u! hehe
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