Thursday, August 1, 2013
©2013 Susan Noyes Anderson
When I said, Fly me to the moon,
I did not mean by car.
If hot air's all you have to offer,
we won't get too far.
Balloons in every color never
won this woman's heart.
The man who keeps my engine running
has his own kickstart.
Oh sure, the props are pretty, and
the sky is bright and blue.
But if your kiss can't take me there,
I'm not the girl for you!
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