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Rusty
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Songs of
                    
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Harry
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Life In The
                    
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Shirley
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Nothin' Better To
            Do

            A monthly column of verse,
            musings and observations

            by Billy Jones.


            


            
Savannah 2001


            
I still remember,

            but then how could I forget?

            Savannah, it was Christmas and I was there.


            
The air was balmy, warm for December,

            but then Savannah is never cold.


            
I thought you were a dream;

            first the knock at my door,

            "It's open," I called out still sleeping.

            "Let me do what I do best?" you laughed,

            and you did;

            and I did...


            
Spent, I could only stare--

            not sure if you were live or Memorex.

            I thought you were someone else--

            the one for whom I'd left my door unlocked.


            
You never told me your name

            but you smiled, kissed me goodbye,

            and said, "Thank you."


            
I still remember

            and I'll call you, Savannah.



            


            
Billy Jones is a poet, author
            and aspiring entrepreneur who writes BloggingPoet.com and is
            a managing partner of Blogsboro.com, an enterprise dedicated
            to highlighting creativity online.

            
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