Chris Tuscano Harris Biography

A mellifluous patter broke the silence in my mind

Speckles of rain graced my forehead as the clouds began to unwind
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Im an old head on young shoulders my father once said

fewer and fewer like me I do dread
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The cold November wind swept in, it flew right into me
It took a leaf from my heart and set its beauty free
It left me nervous overjoyed, crying with relief
Shaking like a leaf
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Daisy chains and paper planes

Childhood friends memory remains
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Some of the greatest things in life are very seldom seen,
This is why we close our eyes when we kiss or cry or dream.
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