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| poem to my new york rangers To Times They Will Fly i wrote this poem tonight to my rangers this is from my heart enjoy...... Blue tulip is bringing One favorite spring, My RANGERS are winning And melting THE ring White wind through my hair Red kiss on the phone Sweet smile warming air From strangers I know And bills in the piles Not threatening more My little desires Swept tears like a storm Through open window Stars fly to my bed And soften a pillow With dreams I forget I’m holding my breathing And open my eyes To times they were missing TO TIMES THEY WILL FLY |
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