By terry
Date: 9 June 2000
Noisy Beaches
The tiki drums are knocking
So maybe I didn't hear right.
And the surf is really pounding
Telling the sand it will forever be its master.
So that might be the cause of my doubt.
And just now I heard a night gull cry out;
Lonely for a mate no doubt.
But as we watched the fire climb to the stars.
And you reached over and touched my cheek
and pulled my ear to your lips
I could swear I heard you whisper...
'I want you forever.'
Whisper again?
6/07/00
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