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weather poem part 9: song for gloria (Lyric) by nypoet22

I was walking in a dream When your father came to me He said, Is my daughter happy? It's your responsibility. He said, Why you got to be so cold Why you got to be so cold, boy You ain't got to be so cold Then I woke up in a sweat Three A.M. and soaking wet Called you up and said I'm sorry, So sorry, unsure What I was even sorry for. But why you got to be so cold Why you got to be so cold, girl You ain't got to be so cold It turned out your dad had died Of that had no other clue. Call me crazy but i think he tried to send me a message for you. He said, Why you got to be so cold Why you got to be so cold, now Baby you ain't got to be so cold Now a few more years have gone Good to see you carried on But throw a tone to this old man Let me see you smile again Why you got to be so cold Why you got to be so cold, girl You ain't got to be so cold You ain't got to be so cold, no more You ain't got to be so cold So cold, so cold, so cold...

nypoet22 10-Sep-06/9:23 PM
i wish i could claim some clearly defined master plan where that's concerned. at the moment i feel like it's still taking shape, something to mirror the weather itself, cyclical and predictable over time but random day to day.




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