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January 7, 2013
When Marvin Gaye, through
the airwaves played,
and in her arms he laid,
proved to be the happiest
days they would recall.
For that song by Billy Paul,
that almost said it all.
Saw the ‘thing’ that was
going on, very soon bounce
off the wall.
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