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Better Day

by Steve Michaels

If morning meant wine

and wine meant song

and you grabbed my arm

and swung me to dance

and dance we did till we could not

and then your hand was down my pants



I could not ask for a better day

starts out so happy and ends in a lay

I could not ask

or dare to dream



of a better day.

02/14/2012

Author's Note: Hah! ha... hee?

Posted on 02/15/2012
Copyright © 2025 Steve Michaels

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