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Letters From Liverpool
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The Kittens and the Blue Raccoon Copyright 2003 SilkyTofu (aka R.S. Okuma) Kittens do laundry in pink moonlight Wash calico mittens and paws Delightful delectables, delicious, divine Lint balls cling to their claws The Blue Raccoon, a rascal thief Brings cat nip gifts, lollipop toys A red balloon, a bell that rings, “ships, ships ahoy!” Filled to the brim of a black velvet sack Slung down his shoulder and over his back “Darling, darling kittens”, he woos “Your mother sleeps fast, deep in the woods Sent me to fetch you, without a delay No time to wonder, there’s no time to play So come to the land of honey and milk drink out of bowls made of silk” Into the sack they tripped and fell Over their mittens and under their tails The Blue Raccoon just chuckled and hummed His heart beat faster, his heart did drum “Come to the land of honey and milk drink out of bowls made of silk Lullaby, lullaby, loodledeedumm” His belly ripe, so round and plump A better meal could not have done Licking fingers sucking his thumbs Kittens taste like peppermint plumb Mittens make such furry wreaths But lint balls stick to teeth Lint balls stick to teeth “Lullaby, lullaby, loodledeedumm”
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Pop Dance-Pop
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Peak #285
Peak in subgenre #121
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SilkyTofu
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2004 SilkyTofu (a.k.a. R.S. Okuma)
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March 16, 2004
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Excerpt from the Los Angeles Times, June 7, 1982: In 1945, Sergeant (Jack) Andrews, of the U.S. Army Air Corp., was shot down over the English Channel. He was the sole survivor, of the crashed B-17. Jack recovered in a hospital near Holsworthy, Liverpool. There, he met and fell in love with Rita Addison, a nurse. Rita was unsure about leaving her beloved Liverpool, to marry an American and move half way around the world to a place called Hollywood, California. Jack left Liverpool alone and returned home. He wrote letters, asking Rita to reconsider and marry him, but never received a response. Jack stopped writing after a few years. Nearly thirty-years after the war, he received a box from the Post Office. There was an apologetic letter, explaining that the letters in the box, had been misplaced and just recently discovered. It also apologized for any inconvenience. The Postmaster General could not be reached for comment. By now Jack was in his sixties, and had never married: Letters From Liverpool Copyright 2003 SilkyTofu (a.k.a. R.S. Okuma) Verse 1 Letters from Liverpool, lost in the mail Snake in my garden, has swallowed it’s tail Thirty-years later, you asked if I would Make you my bride, in Hollywood Verse 2 Pinning your pictures, on ten penny nails Letters from Liverpool, lost in the mail Answer I prayed for, arriving too late I made a vow, promised to wait Verse 3 Months became seasons, few reasons to dream Mailbox was emptiness, week after week Letters from Liverpool, lost in the mail Sent me your love, like wind in my sail Verse 4 Cross the Atlantic, a kiss crossing time Letter to Liverpool, will you be mine? Little bit older, a little less wise I’m waiting to make you my bride I’m waiting to make you my bride [Any resemblance to persons now living or dead is purely coincidental, as this is all fiction…including the writer]
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