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Misty Mountain
Hops
by
John Granacki
From Misty
Mountains far away
where mind is still and heart holds sway,
the porch-steps of the Green God's lair!
With feelings words can scarce convey
I send this versified bouquet
composed within his temple there,
in hope that yet another day
you'll join me where the eagles play
and in the blessed harvest share!
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Arise
my Love! there's naught to fear
I never have been so sincere,
take my hand and come along!
We'll take a journey far from here,
through highland meadows thick with deer,
we'll slow dance to the Robin's song!
I long to hold your Presence near,
to whisper warm words in your ear:
"I hope you didn't forget the bong!"
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