Wednesday, November 2, 2011

Urge for Goin'

I always come back to this tune.
This time of year,
I always ask myself,
Why am I not someplace like Jamaica?
Riding along the clean sand at edge of clear, blue-green water,
The warm wind like a lover's soft breath against my skin...
I never have a good answer.
But I never seem to go.


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