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Goleta the Goodland

I can’t recall a time, before Goleta the Goodland It lingers in the veins, this destination of decency It’s flavor a recollection of pleasant ideas It’s sky a foggy memory to behold I’ve not come across another town like it It calls to the soul for a return To smell […]


What better day, than saturday What dawn arrives to announce itself so joyously What dusk lingers so long There are lesser days who try the same, Sunday with its jealous time Friday with its reminders But saturday holds my heart Though I dread its forthcoming nights