It's crazy
There's only her after all these years
It's crazy
She still laughs as she wipes her tears
Crazy, crazy, crazy
I'm happy
And I know that she's very near
She's happy
And the air and the path are clear
Crazy, happy, loving, living Time!
© 2012 George Wisser
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Little Lyrics
PoetryHere is a gang of mostly one-verse poems that I didn't want to publish "story by story."
