| Show Eleven Months I t By DOUGLAS MALLOCH MALLOCH well ITS T well TS lets let's see Its very near Eleven months almost a year Since you put on your hat one day And said good good-by and went away And you you smiled and I smiled too That's nil all one ever eyer dares to do And then I heard a door that closed well And whoever cr yet supposed Eleven months could follow v then Before that door would swing again That Is before that door would swing And really mean menn a single thing Eleven months or maybe more Before one heard a swInging door Joor Just seem to swIng some certain way r I cant can't describe that seemed to say lles Hes here hered I lies lles home bowel I lies lie's on the staIr l I Ilow Now low wheres where's my puff and hows how's my hair Eleven meven months and yet n a week It was before I 1 dared darell to speak Or hardly dared to speak for tor fear Somebody else around might hear well Me-well Ire gulping something Iowa down Because one man was out of town Now Isn't this a shameless note note- The worst it a woman woman ever wrote But ve Ive been thInking more and ond more That ever since you shut the do door r That anywhere you to be That maybe you were just Ille me And just because I 1 let you OU go You didn't see and didn't know And didn't really understand And It be awful land rt If somehow somewhere sometIme you Were counting months and minutes too Cc tr by McClure Newspaper Syndicate r |
