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My saturday night special
Wasn't a gun
It was an evening alone
Alone, with my own fun

Kim and I went biking
In Yakima all day
We drove and laughed
We rode to play

We got back at 6:30
Had salad and pizza for dinner
Relaxed, refreshed, but tired
We knew our play had made us a winner

Then I had until eleven to myself
I worked on my kitchen cabinets
A friend came by
And we shared a bad habit

I loaded the dishwasher
About 9:30 at night
And attempted to watch "Woodstock"
But most of the music was a fright

At ten I put on something good
TAPESTRY by Carole King
Looked out the window, sat on the floor
And Carole and I make the room ring

Ring with the sound of long ago
Memories of younger days
Trying to keep them in my heart
Mix them with my newer ways

Then I took a long, hot bath
Nuturing myself in H2O
Lying in there a half hour
Until so relaxed to bed I go

And to bed with Mozart's Piano concerto
Piano music filling my room
Sleeping like a little fetus
Safe within it's mother's womb

So, this was my Saturday night special
I rarely have much time alone
And when you're this 38 special
It's wonderful to have some peace at home.

8/8/1994 cj

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