"Thanksgiving Eve"
You are an art peace song's sublime.
It's light outside and the sun is starting to shine.
Your eyes light up as it does.
The life I live is mischievous mystery to me.
The one you live, is one of practicality.
I am an outside outcast socially.
It will be as it will be ostensibly.
Your loves secret is a possibility.
Life can be looked on, in poetic partiality.
A judge's mentality to the many.
What I say I can't see.
I have no idea what is to be.
But it only can happen if you're happy for me.
How fun to be among the free.
Like eating mashed potatoes in a cumulus cloud's sea.
At a table with stuffed turkey.
Apple pies fly by our sky, too.
Trillions of thanksgiving stars glow into your face.
Happy Thanksgiving, Andy.
Love Jon
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