Got a tale or two about girls when single.. just right.. about tame.. kind do not blame you leaving at first light..
Girls who dance and love it.. girls who party down.. kind of fun where we all smile.. good times when they’re around..
Girl knows latest fashions.. won’t take any home.. got a style.. fashion tried before when out to roam..
Woman.. Green eyed beauty.. black hair.. passion all her own.. sits her chair marked ‘Queen of Ducks’.. next to my feathered throne.
Quiet my home a peace comes.. know granny runs the floor.. ancestors always lend a smile.. right outside our door..
Glad for techie tools helping good toys for our time.. glad for memory of who and what each thought and dime..
Foundation underfoot.. around me everywhere I go.. glad to have that port in travel.. glad to let it show..
Thought.. ‘in my sanctum pax melody home of our world.. poetry read peacefully.. sing blues songs with my girl’..
Peace Tony 🙂