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Monday, February 11, 2013
Penelope's Eyes
© 2013 Mark Cote
Blue bunny dreams
are as real as they seem
they come without warning or thought
and under the thunder
she'll sit and she'll wonder
how strawberries taste in the rain
looking around
absorbing the sounds
as night time wakes up to the day
while some see the light
as shining too bright
and the dark is too hard on their eyes
Penelope wanders along
(chorus) life is so simple
Penelope's eyes
each waking day
another surprise
look at the wonder
Penelope's eyes
just like a child
you realize
there's more to life
in Penelope's eyes
the shapes of the clouds
form animal mounds
she casually lays in the grass
flower-filled air
surrounds everywhere
the hour hand rolls on too fast
(chorus)
what can it be
what is it that she sees?
(chorus)
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