Snow is gliding through the air
It's the beginning of February
Spring seems near thinking of you
No, I didn't say goodbye
So, I'll say hello
My fingers are falling on strings
Some kind of pattern with its sound
And I'm thinking of words for you
Notes, patterns & thoughts for you
The last time I saw you we were
High in a hearse with your fans (so high)
And then from the airport your call
I should have come to say "hi" ...
Thank you for being a friend ...
For your music, your song & soul
Leftover Thanksgiving w/ you & Rene
No, I didn't say goodbye
So, I'll say hello
(written today 2/3/09)
Best of the Roses,
john french
mystrawhat.com
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