Leaving San Francisco Blues by Phil Burns
Union Square the last morning
He breakfasts on orange juice and croissants
But something is wrong
The sunshine is gone
San Francisco softly weeps
The artists have packed up and gone home
The sky is cloudy grey and low
Can it possibly know
It is time he must go
San Francisco sadly weeps
In one hour he is on his way
To the home where he has not been
It lies so long unseen
Except in his dream
San Francisco bitterly weeps
All too soon he is back in Scotland
Where one magical moment fills the void
With unconfined joy
He sees his beautiful boy
San Francisco forgivingly weeps
anelephantcant 
Miss you Brian! ❤
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And I miss you, my little Ginger chum
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Beautiful all the way through. Quite moving and tender.
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Merci, Emmy, tu es toujours tres gentille.
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A new classic for San Francisco. Just need the music, this is great! Especially the ending with your beautiful boy! Much love, xx
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Well, just get your harpoon out of your dirty red bandana and start blowing sad while AnElephant trumpets the blues!
Thank you, it is an inspirational city with inspirational folk.
The first thing that AnElephant noticed when he arrived way back in December was how wonderful the people were.
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I am in totally agreement with you, I had a similar feeling myself the last time I was in San Francisco! 🙂
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I bet your beautiful boy has really missed you and was over the moon to see you again. My beautiful boy is staying at the weekend. He fills my heart with joy.
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That is what beautiful boys do.
They bring us joy and youth and energy and creativity – and love.
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beautiful painting and beautiful poem! z
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And beautiful comment, thank you.
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Alastair is so right – you will have beautiful memories to sustain you and to come home to your ‘beautiful boy’…. What could be better? 🙂
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Yeah, next time I will take him with me and not come back!
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Sounds like a plan! 🙂
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The elephant has packed his trunk
And jetted home to Jack
He cant believe
He has had to leave
The sunshine on his back.
But California’s loss
Of a pachyderm who rhymes
Is Scotland’s gain
In spite of rain
It’s great to get Jack time.
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AnElephantCant hide his amazement
As he returns to frigid climes
All the rain and sleet
Makes him want to greet
And Chester is making with the rhymes
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San Francisco will always be a part of you that will bring so much colour to your memories my friend.
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A very special place with wonderful people, dear to an old heart.
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