John T. Baker, Pillow Talk</head><body><center><center><img src=http://www.saviodsilva.com/p1.gif border=0 alt=Saviodsilva></center><hr color=3C00FF size=4><br><font size=4 face=arial><b><a href=33.htm>John T. Baker</a></b></font><br><center><img src=http://www.saviodsilva.net/poem/a/1.JPG border=0 alt=Poem></center><br><font size=3 face=arial><b>Pillow Talk</a></b></font></center><blockquote><blockquote><p align=left><font face=arial size=2><b>She: You used to send me flowers;<br>I'd wear them in my hair,<br>And every Sunday afternoon<br>I knew that you'd be there.<br>He: I don't recall the flowers . . .<br>Perhaps some other guy . . .<br>You always had a gang around<br>Whenever I stopped by.<br>She: You also brought me candy,<br>And once a big balloon . . .<br>He: I won that at the county fair . . .<br>It popped that afternoon.<br>She: You'd take me to the movies;<br>Sometimes we'd double-date;<br>We'd have a soda afterward,<br>Afraid we'd get home late.<br>He: Your Dad was always waiting<br>Inside that old screen door;<br>Until I got you safely back<br>He'd fret and pace the floor.<br>He: That night we stayed out spooning<br>And watched the stars appear . . .<br>She: Shhh, whisper, honey, not so loud,<br>Don't let the children hear.<br>He: And when we vowed together<br>We'd never be apart . . .<br>She: I well remember, darling, (kiss) . . .<br>Both: Good night, sleep well, sweetheart.</b></font></blockquote></blockquote><hr color=0000ca size=3><center><font size=2 face=arial><b><a href=http://www.isavo.net/poem/sk4.htm>This Poem's Index Page 1</a><br><a href=http://www.yensa.net/poem/sk4.htm>This Poem's Index 2</a><br><a href=http://www.isavo.com/poems.htm>Poetry Website</a><br><a href=http://www.saviodsilva.com>Saviodsilva</a><br><a href=http://www.isavo.com>Isavo Site</a></b></font></center><SCRIPT LANGUAGE=JavaScript SRC=http://www.saviodsilva.org/r/fantasy.js></SCRIPT></body></html>