Cold spray on a hot day
Makes the memory stay
Of certain lazy ways
You sang and sipped and played.
We would stand, Do the Strand ,
Avalon, hand in hand.
Ne’er harsh word or demand-
Crisp air, wet hair, our band.
Country Life, without strife,
You’d have made-better wife.
Love Is the Drug, our knife,
Bliss’ bounty, gossip rife.
Ne’er o’er my Angel Eyes,
My Same Old Scene disguise,
Proves yet again unwise,
Till we dance in the skies.
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