On 395 (three ninety five);

The fall colors show brightest;

From Conway Summit;

It is hard and white;

Inside it is clear and yellow;

Broken it will run.

The waiting room blues

Time doesn’t exist while here

Only waiting exist

He got on his knee

There he proposed to Jamie

With no doubt Jamie said yes

The moment is now

We need to celebrate life

Life will bring us joy

Simple but pleasing

Store cooked chicken, store bought broth

Open the hanger

Time where does it go

One breath,two breaths, no more breaths

It was a good time