Blue Dragonfly

As I walked by the lake in the wee hours before the break of day
I thought about nothing at all but just absorbed the freshness that
came my way
The freshness wash's away all that dulls the gleam of life
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Just outside of the old historical town of St Joseph, Missouri
T'was in the late nineteen fourties, old farm house, laid back, no hurry
A day in June or perhaps it was July
Lush geen grass, white puffy clouds, endless blue sky
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He was swept along the tunnel and like a very gentle reef
Everything was cleansed, pains, sorrows, guilt, all forms of grief
A meadow of love is all that remained
Nothing else mattered it was all that had been gained
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First love is often very young
Maybe the curly haired little girl who sticks out her tounge
Later just before we enter our teens
We may notice a cutie who really fills out her blue jeans
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