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The door is broken And playlist jazz quietly plays Here life does not slip away
If my life is my work And generous is the pay Why is it there that life slips away?
If my wife is my life And we are joined on our way Why with her does time slip away?
The door is propped open October chill wafts my way A girl with cold cheeks studies for her day.
She’s young, barely a woman, At el centro everyday Does her time slip away?
Why is she wearing earbuds While Theolonius fondles a key Like a boy with his first willing girl Tentatively exploring and amazed At an amorous reply? What sacrilege is this?
A book and bitter double expresso. An entrepreneur’s ambitions. Monk exploring a major chord. The pale girl doesn’t need rouge In October
It’s become my custom To give a little time each day To an unknown girl whose time passes away ```