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Damned Ole Black Hole

Damned Ole Black Hole

Man suggests the Miracle of A Woman to Fill Our Black Hole

Now before you go yelling
And pummeling me
Just hear these words
Sooth sings unto thee!

Damned ole black hole
It's following me
Wherever I go:
By the tree swing
Down at the lee

But hardest of all
It lays beside me…
Every night, when‘s time for sleep
The hole gets a bit deeper
Swallowing me

All night it stays there
Calling to me
With the voice of my angel
Who once dreamed with me.

‘twas our honeymoon suite
We were so poor
Couldn’t tell us
I loved her so much
She owned every pore

Soft delicate black curls
Framed her feminine face
Her morning dances
Kept me in place

We rocked and we tumbled
Affirming sanctity
You see, my sweet dark eyes
Was Heaven to me.

Our love sees Her so sacred
In all that she does
In all that she is
In all that she was

Woman is sacred
Nay, she seldom knows
But my Lady-love
She knew every second!

I’d not let her forget it.
Even sacred your love-play:
Blessed with the miracle
Of sweet divinity…
How do you think
We came to be?

But now that she’s gone
I miss her so much
On Her sacred side of our bed
Twirls round inside me
My dreams now long dead

Sixty-one and counting, every day,
‘tis all my dream, see?
She belonged not to me
Yet deep in my heart
I'll never be free

Of Her sacred gift
That haunts and claims me
Is all blessed dreaming
She’ll never come to me.

So know there’s a black hole
In your very bed
When it's not filled up
With loved one’s sweet head

For kissing and cooing
And spooning her tight
Embrace her with life
Don’t let a black hole
Damn you ‘lone every night!

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