Sarah Rundall
"Parked Cars"
The stars are out
The moon is high
He laughs at us
Saying goodbye
It's all a big joke
The laughter is gone
Sitting in parked cars
Drowning in a song
Follow your heart
What I was told
Trying to begin
Frightned by the cold
Sounding like a Romeo
Disguised as a friend
You brought me joy
No surprize it's the end
Submitted December 10, 1996
lobstah@lincoln.midcoast.com
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