In The Hour Of The Northern Mockingbird

In The Hour Of The Northern Mockingbird long poem

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Cashmere, super playboy cologne and a little bit of gold and silver
well I’m beginning to see everything in a whole new light
this rainy Monday…
Yesterday was not my day but now I know everything’s
gonna be alright, everything’s gonna be ok, even though
it is dark and grey and the rain keeps pouring down
I won’t let it get me down…
I’m just way too busy entertaining a fantasy to let anything
Well and she called and asked me if I’d like to have some
company, I said sure that’s fine with me, then she said is it
ok if I bring a friend, I said why not and no hon you’re not
putting me on the spot, the door is open so when you get
here just come on in, come on in…
You walked in with her and it was love at first sight, yes and
I fell head over heels in love with my best friend’s new friend
Instinctively I just knew at that very moment I had found
the love of my life on that dark and grey, rainy Monday, you
stole my heart, you stole my heart away IN THE HOUR,
Now I see everything in a whole new light, it was love,
love at first sight, IN THE HOUR, IN THE HOUR OF THE

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Bo Lanier is from Chattanooga, Tennessee and has become an established poet with five books to his credit that were published in Canada. He received several achievement awards in creative writing through and has recently published two eBooks and one paperback book through After a nine year hiatus, Bo returned to publishing his poems with a new outlook and fresh ideas. His other talents include singing and songwriting.
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