A Town Called Heaven*
My love lives in a town called HeavenSuppose she works for those in charge
Patrols from far down upon old Terra Shores
To way up here in the woods somewheres
It might be said, she has a magic wander
I see her hold it in her hand to wave, about
Creating smiles and giggles searching for a light
My love keeps an Angels Airlines jet
And her hangar is a cigarette
I know she never hedges on a bet
Yet, way up herE in the woods somewhere yonder
A town called Heaven waves her magic wander...
Poetry by Chaucer Whethers
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Written on 2014-02-13 at 17:04
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