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Board Administrator Username: mjm Post Number: 4039 Registered: 11-1998 |
Honorable Mention That Song Johanna Harnqvist I come home, you meet me at the door To be picked up twirled, lifted toward the ceiling I hold you to my heart as we pirouette into the kitchen where I cook with you on one hip, then the other And we jig and jiggle, giggle around the stove until dinner makes us sit still but we do feet impatient because then all the sooner we can hop tap and hip slap our way into the living room and pick up our hunny brandy guitar slop ourselves on the couch and finally after a long day at work we can take a deep breath exhale and play you |
