At Once the Sweet Sound of a Lovely Day
At the back of the house we’ve stashed a treasure
Next to the painted flower box
Thanks for the drink I love your porch.
This has been a very strange year I said
The weather is distorted should I sit
In this purple chair?
Upstairs her brother talked endlessly
into his cell phone without caring
who heard his words or was bothered by them.
At once the sweet sound of a lovely day
Washed over everything within our reach
Thanks for the drink I really hear you.
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