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Post by Don Schaeffer on Dec 18, 2011 20:06:30 GMT -5
Revised
I put away my pretty orange vest and toss away my wing-tipped salesman shoes.
Love means no more parade, poetry over, the end of the pleas.
The world of aspiration thins, fantasy assumes it's valid translucent form, all is tame. Days pass.
old
Love means never having to show off. And poetry is over,
the end of the pleas. The world of aspiration thins, fantasy assumes
it's valid translucent form, all is tame and the days pass.
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Post by Dunstan Attard on Dec 19, 2011 4:19:20 GMT -5
There is a magical peace in the state you so well describe Don, it is just that only few can appreciate the beauty of shared routine, mundane as that may be...
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Post by Don Schaeffer on Dec 19, 2011 10:06:11 GMT -5
Thanks Dunstan. There is a little sad reminiscence as well. I've been through this several times.
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