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They were walking in a park,
but did not bark, at all,
because they weren't dogs anymore -
it was a call from heaven.
They stood up on Jesus stone,
while somebody took a polaroid -
They looked happy in the picture,
finally at home.
Days in the park is like a painting,
still wet and shiny oil.
It's like a sketch with a subject unknown,
where heaven pour its rain down,
on them.
They where talking on the phone,
with a dealer from downtown,
and he said:
that he could take them for a smooth ride,
to heaven.
They took seat in Santa's ride,
and flew up into the sky -
They flew over Central Park,
and they saw John Lennon,
lose his life.
Days in the park is like a painting,
still wet and shiny oil.
It's like a sketch with a subject unknown,
where heaven pour its rain down,
on them.
© M10
They were walking in a park,
but did not bark, at all,
because they weren't dogs anymore -
it was a call from heaven.
They stood up on Jesus stone,
while somebody took a polaroid -
They looked happy in the picture,
finally at home.
Days in the park is like a painting,
still wet and shiny oil.
It's like a sketch with a subject unknown,
where heaven pour its rain down,
on them.
They where talking on the phone,
with a dealer from downtown,
and he said:
that he could take them for a smooth ride,
to heaven.
They took seat in Santa's ride,
and flew up into the sky -
They flew over Central Park,
and they saw John Lennon,
lose his life.
Days in the park is like a painting,
still wet and shiny oil.
It's like a sketch with a subject unknown,
where heaven pour its rain down,
on them.
© M10
davisamerica
indeed ...this is just amazin