19 years later
You come to me in the soft sunshine
as I leave for work
earlier than I did
yesterday
You come to me
with the smell of gasoline
and memories
of the faithful Lambretta
That came home
one Saturday without you
You come to me in the soft sunshine
as I leave for work
earlier than I did
yesterday
You come to me
with the smell of gasoline
and memories
of the faithful Lambretta
That came home
one Saturday without you
( continued)
( Today is my father's 73rd birthday.)
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