South Hawthorn

Somewhere Down Over South Hawthorn’s Way
That’s where we would always meet at the dark
End of the street in the moon’s shadow
Teenagers sneakin’ some kissin’, some huggin’
And some lovin’ until the break of day and just
A little bit more again until sunset tomorrow!
As another summer night finds us on fire
Entertaining the feeling of our souls new found
Desire now come hail or high water and the
Passion explodes like thunder!
Young and kindred spirits fresh out of puberty
Giving into our ecstasy ’til the break of day and
Then just a little more again until sunset tomorrow!
Oh Somewhere Down Over South Hawthorn’s Way
That’s where we would always meet at the dark
End of the street in the moon’s shadow
Teenagers sneakin’ some kissin’, some huggin’
And some lovin’ until the break of day and just
A little bit more again until sunset tomorrow
Somewhere, Somewhere Down Over South Hawthorn’s Way!

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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 poetry.com and has recently published two eBooks and one paperback book through Lulu.com. 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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