Wednesday, March 10, 2010
I ain't no monkey but I know what I like
there is nothing fake about this song
stripped of its pretension
expectations kicked aside
it is
sunlight through tree limbs,
a warm cup of coffee,
morning in the warm embrace of your bed.
it is all that is right
all that is good
with none of the take.
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