Til The Rooster CrowsA Poem by Bo LanierDown on the farm there's not a Whole lot to do but work your fingers To the bone that's why when all The lights go off in this one Horse town mine stay on 'til you Come a knockin' on my window... Well I sneak out outta the house And we disappear from dusk 'til Dawn, kissing, hugging and loving Whether down in the corn Fields, in the old red barn or in The warm pond waters, we just Can’t keep our hands off each Other and it's been that way Since I can remember even when We were kids we'd play house Or doctor or any other game We could dream up that had Some kind of hands on stuff Oh the best of friends, the best Of lovers but now that we're Older it feels ten times better... We both could have had our choice Of this one or that one down The road but we made our choice Long, long ago and here we go Again kissing, hugging and a loving On each other...every night by the Moon’s shadow Till the Rooster Crows, 'Til the Rooster Crows! © 2015 Bo Lanier |
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Added on July 21, 2015 Last Updated on July 21, 2015 |

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