It sat there glistening Pink, red raw, naked One sad eye bulged And seemed to gaze at the morning sun As commuters trudged past Grim, relentless Bits of chewing gum and fag butts surrounded it

Here is a fond farewell, you flakes of peeling paint on the old white door, closed forever. Adieu stamps and stationery, quaint reminders of yesteryear. There is no profit in village gossip

1st Verse: Summertime seems like a lover’s dream of lazy days in daisy covered meadows; of laughing kids beside a lapping stream and hazy sunlight gazing through your window. 2nd Verse:

I can only stay a while but I beg to beguile –

Cliff was sitting down in the recliner, reading the paper. I walked up behind him and tapped his shoulder. “Huh?” he asked, without turning around. “Wanna go for a run today?”

I set the phone down carefully. I had a strange smile on my face, and I didn’t know why. The kid bothered me. Why did I ever give him my number? He was just trying to get with me.

“Bye, Cliff!” He walked into my room. “What are you going to do today?” “Um.. I’m not sure.” “Weren’t you going to start running? I’ll go with you.”

“Come ya ladies and ya gentlemen, a-listen to ma song, I’m a-tell it like I heard it, but I might-a heard it wrong, Sneak a little peek-o’-what’s a-comin’ on ahead