I sit down with a gnome in my hand
As the moon and stars light up the lands
A cooler of Tall Boys sitting on ice
Cold beer and the night is our paradise
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We pop the top and take a swig
Our eyes widen, it is so big
We point up to the sky no to far
at the brightest ever shooting star
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I make a wish, hoping it will come true
And hand you the gnome I brought for you
You take it with a smile and hold it tight
As you sit down with a thank you, on my right
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We lay on the grown hands behind our heads
Thanking the skies that the clouds have fled
With perfect view of the big black felt
You point up and show me Orion's Belt
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The stars and night is what we talk about
Not hugs and kisses or even pouts
when the stars are out they cannot hide,
I find all the constellations with Gus by my side. .
:)
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Poems and Stuff Part 2
Poetryhere's more poems just for you maybe even a ramble or two you must read at your own risk you never know whacha gonna get