i was moving in a hurry and ran
still cautious of what i didn't understand
out here where the chill wind blows
or was it inside behind stained-glass windows?
a brown haired lady or was she a true blond
i heard her voice float across the pond
she was calling me to her home fire
i kept running but was soon to tire
her book was turned to the first page
she asked me to join her on the stage
oh Romeo, oh Romeo, come show your head
the cat's in the cradle and i'm in your bed
the fox at the picnic would steal the egg
the bear at the doorstep would sit and beg
so i removed my shoes and grabbed a beer
oh Juliet, oh Juliet i am here!
I use words to deepen my observations. All of the following works are © copyrighted. They are the intellectual property of Greg Hoover. If you or anyone you know is interested in licensing one or more written works for use in a compilation, as lyrics in a musical work, synced to video, or some other use, feel free to contact me about an arrangement. But if not, assuming you are curious and literate, simply reading for pleasure is encouraged.
Cotopaxi, Ecuador (summer 2012)
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