talked to clock man, Tim
as he applied oil a bit
to the ticking of it.
was a pleasure talking to him.
the clock worked exceptionally well,
those words he said were swell.
he's a gentle old man;
got along well.
poetry - jack sender - all of my life
talked to clock man, Tim
as he applied oil a bit
to the ticking of it.
was a pleasure talking to him.
the clock worked exceptionally well,
those words he said were swell.
he's a gentle old man;
got along well.
temperatures will be better for plants
when it warms, you see,
we're not there yet. we're going to be
wait with me
we haven't seen a cool spring for a while.
may as well smile and live with it.
for a bit longer
we can be stronger,
think of summers we recall, that's all
stand tall and wait
won't it be great
when summer finally gets here.
What a day it has been, Cole porter;
It's a rare mood I'm in
and i dropped the ball recalling your fine words turning in my heart.
It's the flash of good weather that I love
finally, we've waited so long
You can make it into a song
We'll take this day along on a roll.
building good feelings
In our hearts, you know it, Cole.
your warm words and unforgettable melodies
bring freshness and warm hearts to us all
and comfort going miles inside us.