lakes

There ain't nothing I would rather see Than you drying off on this dock I've been thinking, it's so good to be me But girl, on second thought Wish I could be the beach towel that you laid down on Or that two-piece that's fitting you ...

Hello? Hey, Greg, hey, I can't talk now Silence is poetry Fire The Sun is well asleep The Moon is high above Fire grows from the East How is this hate so deep To lead us all so blindly killing, killing? Fools are we If hate's the gate to pe...

On the lake the deep forbidden lake the old boats go gliding by And the leaves are falling from the trees and landing on the logs and I See the turtles heading for the bog and falling off the log They make the water splash and feeling no backlash The...

Life is my friend, rake it up to take it in Wrap me in your cinnamon Especially in Michigan Well I could be your friend White clouds I'm in a mitten full of fisherman C'mon Huckleberry Finn Show me how to make her grin Well I'm in Michig...