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Post by Dunstan Attard on Jan 3, 2012 11:00:52 GMT -5
The roots were once Gregorian Un-complex beyond the deep Creating alone from the silence of a salted universe A few millions of years before the harpsichord,
And I was forever in wait for her to find the right dress and shoes and smile And still I was forever late.
I always wonder what my mother would have said about it
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Post by Don Schaeffer on Jan 3, 2012 12:42:20 GMT -5
How dare you make a joke out of time and evolution. I guess it boils down to how long you have to wait. I know it's worth it. Anyway, great poem.
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Post by Dunstan Attard on Jan 4, 2012 4:02:54 GMT -5
Thanks don for reading and delving into evolution and time in her constant motion, in a constant wait...
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Post by Ivan Carswell on Jan 19, 2012 1:05:17 GMT -5
Aha, she is a bit more than a mother, wife, sister, daughter, girlfriend, mistress, grandmother, aunt etc, and we've discovered the secret of feminine evolution - and we're still waiting for ... gee, I've already forgotten what it was; beyond knowing I was already late
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Post by Dunstan Attard on Jan 20, 2012 4:44:03 GMT -5
thanks ivan for your energetic interaction...much appreciated. take care
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