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Tuesday Morning |
| After so long a time, there's only so much walking that you can do. Then it's time to just sit and think. Think, think, think about you that's all I seem to do anymore. Walking, sitting, running or whatever Now sitting down here on the beach just below the apartment I don't know, for some silly reason I halfway expect to see you coming down the path, your soft blonde hair blowing in the breeze. That little black bikini of yours But of course, you didn't. Good God, it's going to be a long time 'til Tuesday morning I think that you can safely bet that come Tuesday morning the sun won't catch me still in bed I'll be up, dressed, sitting waiting very impatiently for the drive to the airport "Til then how can I say anymore how I miss you. Except just to say, that I do. Hurry home soon All my love. |