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If you didn't come here via the previous page (i.e., through a Webring or a search), you might want to know what my song drawings are all about; read about them here.
My Favorite Plum
It was such a short song that I could hardly not take the very literal meaning of this song . . . a shining, scrumptious plum, hanging out of reach. In the song, I would have seen it as much higher than a hand could reach, but for the sake of space I elected to keep the hand just below it. The hand is in pencil, sort of unimportant and unseen by the plum, which is oblivious to others' wanting it. It sits and teases while it hangs out in the tree. It's the perfect plum.
My Favorite Plum--lyrics
My favorite plum
Hangs so far from me
See how it sleeps
And hear how it calls to me
See how the flesh
Presses the skin,
It must be bursting
With secrets within,
I've seen the rest, yes
And that is the one for me
See how it shines
It will be so sweet
I've been so dry
It would make my heart complete
See how it lays
Languid and slow
Never noticing
Me here below
I've seen the best, yes
And that is the one for me
Maybe a girl will take it
Maybe a boy will steal it
Maybe a shake of the bough
Will wake it and make it fall
My favorite plum
Lies in wait for me
I'll be right here
Longing endlessly
You'll say that I'm
Foolish to trust
But it will be mine
And I know that it must
'Cause I've had the rest, yes
And that is the one for me
I've seen the best, yes
And that is the one for me
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