Good Nights (day 2420)

I watch a boy my size who is
Coming through the door.
He’s got himself a bundle of
Leather bound books in hand.
I asked him if he read much Cohen
He said it was a bore.
Just like that, my first impression
Was shot out to the moon,
For how could anybody say
Cohen wasn’t much to implore.
I returned to my conversation
With a brown eyed Lady-more.
She had told me about a tale
Where two men sang folk lore,
Now this was it, this was my style
We were on to so much more.
Then I sank into much ease
As she walked me to the store.
Pack of gum, two candy sticks
And a bottle of sweet ale.
Thus my night was set into
A tale of leather soles
Lighting up the cobblestones
Walking the road hand in hand.

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