The Poetry of Gerry Anne Lenhart . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .

1: Sometimes I Catch Myself Staring Into Space

Sometimes I catch myself staring into space
I am held trance-like
By who knows what?
An angel
Passed by
Think I
Trying to tell me
It's o.k. girl
Just give it up
And let go
Listen
This place is better than that ride we took
Over the rainbow
Back in the summer of 1987.

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