Here and there and there
Blue as the hide-and-seek love in the boy's soft eyes
Pockets full of determination and treasure
A lonesome telegraph
Echoing
Carried roughly by the mothers
Who just want you to stay in one place
Gently by the mothers
Who wonder what's for dinner
Where have you been today?
Everyone wants to know
The kids don't like you
They want to call you Danny
You told me big tales
And I snuggled up close with your fear
Mama loves you big as the moon
She just can't reach you, Danny
Blue Eyes
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It was a picture perfect Sunday afternoon. The sky was an endless brilliant
blue without a single cloud to mar it. The trees were showing the first
hints...
10 years ago
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