Newport St.

You may not understand them.
The simple fact that you care,
Enough to notice or ask,
Unlike the rest, makes you rare.

So I thank you, from my heart.
I now look forward to share,
With words I can not fathom,
Emotions to raw to bare.

Someday with a mountain view,
Good coffee, and cozy chair,
As the sounds of children in,
Bible Park fill the crisp air,

We can talk about the days,
When life was simple and fair,
And have some conversation,
About measured words with flair.

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