don't the moon look good through the trees
past the Spanish Moss I pull over for us to see
an illuminating evening in Sea Pines Plantation
and I'm waiting patiently for you to hold my hand
so we can walk barefoot in that Hilton Head sand
while the Atlantic tide comes and rocks our world
taking all of our troubles now deep out into the sea
wiping our slates clean so we have no, no, no worries
now I want you to blossom like a rose - take your toes
slip them in the surf & feel the rip-tide take those blues
you're free now like the ocean wind blowing in your face
you're with me now & our thoughts are at Tibetan peaks
like John Lennon when he won his case against the U.S.
ah, like Star Magazine, In Style Weekly, G.Q. and US..
all printing what you want - yeah, printing what you want
printing what you want - printing what you want ... Yeah,
printing what you want - printing what you want ... Yeah,
printing what you want - printing what you want ...
written August 30 - 31, 2007
Best of the Roses,
John French mystrawhat.com
Everyday There's Something: 2008
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