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Have been brought up real finicky Cannot share my toothbrush pricky With one and all, especially those Whose brush is used by many close
That brush kept in an open store Is usable for all who cross the door But mine is only for that special one Whose smile brings out the sun
Yes, you do deserve to share In the path my life takes with care For with your eyes (of glass) I saw Your road that was not mine at all
A vision clear through your glass store Gave me a glimpse of what I seek more I am not made to live in glass houses But prefer brick, private against grouses
While the breeze can flow and widely cool Whosoever it embraces or brushes through Embers cannot and do not warm the world They are made to glow on those near curled ~Glowing Embers~ |
