Pieces of April….
My dreamland beauty, she comes to my mind in early April.
The cold of Winter almost gone and I remember our Spring time kisses,
our Spring time dances with Lake Michigan.
I loved when she was careless and wild.
She made me brave and foolish.
I called her my wildflower and she called me.
Her soldier boy who loved war more than her.
We would buy some beer and go to the Iron Mountain Mountain dump,
we would watch the bears at midnight and we would go to the Wisconsin river.
She would run into the cold river in bra and panties. She would laugh at the moon and the stars.
She made me smile and so happy.
I told her, she was my April dream,
my May blessing.
My Springtime wish and I will love you forever.
Now kind April is here,
the warm sun is…
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