Topic: ODE TO CHELSEA | |
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My daughter
16 years of total Perfection Long chocalate Hair of silk Eyes so soft And full of love Body of a woman I see myself in Her As she struggles to Become a woman I watch her Become A warrior In her own right Remembering And teaching Our beauty Is our Strength I teach her as only I can To be proud To be strong To be nothing more Than the total package Of her being She looks at Me And ***** her pretty Head And answers.... "whatever!!!" Tammy |
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My daughter 16 years of total Perfection Long chocalate Hair of silk Eyes so soft And full of love Body of a woman I see myself in Her As she struggles to Become a woman I watch her Become A warrior In her own right Remembering And teaching Our beauty Is our Strength I teach her as only I can To be proud To be strong To be nothing more Than the total package Of her being She looks at Me And ***** her pretty Head And answers.... "whatever!!!" Tammy ![]() ![]() ![]() |
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Good Morning Chelsea, from Joni Mitchell
Woke up, it was a chelsea morning, and the first thing that I heard Was a song outside my window, and the traffic wrote the words It came a-reeling up like christmas bells, and rapping up like pipes and drums Oh, wont you stay Well put on the day And well wear it till the night comes Woke up, it was a chelsea morning, and the first thing that I saw Was the sun through yellow curtains, and a rainbow on the wall Blue, red, green and gold to welcome you, crimson crystal beads to beckon Oh, wont you stay Well put on the day Theres a sun show every second Now the curtain opens on a portrait of today And the streets are paved with passersby And pigeons fly And papers lie Waiting to blow away Woke up, it was a chelsea morning, and the first thing that I knew There was milk and toast and honey and a bowl of oranges, too And the sun poured in like butterscotch and stuck to all my senses Oh, wont you stay Well put on the day And well talk in present tenses When the curtain closes and the rainbow runs away I will bring you incense owls by night By candlelight By jewel-light If only you will stay Pretty baby, wont you Wake up, its a chelsea morning |
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Yea I know that song well!!
My Chelsea is named after a street in Nyc. That me and her dad used to hang out on |
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