Painting

The Late night parking lot gift is your painting I can't guess how much I think Of you Today I looked down at my wrist It must be a holiday, how could I miss it? Sucked into the dunk tank You threw it straight and then I came down Wearing a blindfold and making a bullseye You got me first try We can sit there not saying anything Underneath the missletoe lights We'd do whatever you had in mind I miss you and I think of you often too I'll send you a snake if send me a page from the leaflets you draw with their labeled names Beautiful plants on parade, there's so many ways to catch up and I'm down to catch up everyday