How sweet in the air it is on one day offA Poem by Robert Robbie Lord Dudleymy only day off I forgets griefs and relax outta abode later on for a while enjoying very much absorbing for the most things just coffee and jelly toast and seeing you and me smiling and watching continues a daydream dawn on the lawn breathes my only day off nothing can convince me not nor in any ways otherwise so many as it is just by the light of each other's smile red box you lucid broke awhile the little things made it's always in there pleasant just from coffee and jelly toast and a feeling passes. heart's swellness is going up above the mighty ocean in them the little grains know deep my only day off how sweet in the air it is in our eyes however way we keep of this day I'm hearing always, forever proven all that's sinking be ground from somewhere a pudding lid looking at it surprises by echoes again tells me what my reserves are answers turn around this seeks another season changes beginnings in the light of morning time stands let's still zooms long maybe connections
brightly they will come to drinking together kept blossoms today's from sweet nothings going back up in the day in times on us was no fuss speaking abouts another cake pulls on this cup every sip roses soft even if it's been a delightful garden I sees now the great escapesthe bright blue in the sky outta today here's to my health my only day off been weeks and here it is falls plain eats green,
the birds are singing the bees are buzzing busy humming both with a word sent me to Sun returns warmth off
across something from their memories on boards holds torn between understanding that the gentle flowers unruffled untroubled by the breezes just divine tea my only day off rolling faster over the sunshine down to boots I go to the up most ways there from on patterns rather then of roots to the branches utmost top in the heart today's tomorrow's arrows windows space I will show whereon narrows and clearer across on longer clothes spin within paper of last night saw no request just now wine tasting fine to this morning coffee and jelly toast then it is to walk and to pause to first places onto a new breeze I foresees what's great is abstracts the bright blue in the sky by and by blank cans we must condense today from sweet nothings justifies that crisper cleaner fades with no label on it of poetry which is why tomorrow's better at winds been jeans tattered
and frayed at book-ends.
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Added on May 26, 2016 Last Updated on March 23, 2026 AuthorRobert Robbie Lord DudleyRiverside, NJAboutACROSS THE NIGHT'S SHINING ROAD COVERS ME, i'LL READ. Life, Thyme leeds rails rushes a begotten hold only copes oh, poetry a random ray of yellow light shining sky golden drops in fields trickles.. more.. |

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