The Night Before NYC to AMS on United
From your world, your child’s birthday party, your hammock on Long Island, your uptown Harlem time, — and I will admit, I felt alright just being invited — I ascended stairs and there she was — This Must Be Heaven, that angelic stewardess brushing her breath across your curls as she watched with most caring eyes I don’t want to leave for potatoes boiled…
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