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[aid] => mick
[title] => Fragments - Final
[time] => 2009-04-14 04:25:47
[hometext] => Serious critiques most welcome. I can tell if you really read it or not!! :-P
[bodytext] => too late you called, dear gentle Peace, too late, too late, too late. After all, we’ve already established That Venus does not lie As long as militant Mars Is tromping through the sky... ...yet, only love can tell they say. (There! Now I’ve penned my life away!) * * * Weep, Weeping Willow, weep, weep weep! Weep for humble shepherd who lost all his sheep, weep for Mystic Black Cat who swallowed the moon, and weep for Mary, quite contrary who sang a different tune, and weep, Weeping Willow, for Little Boy Blue because of all the times that HE wept... ...for you. * * * Life was not lived in parts or even chapters, sections, or paragraphs, but instead, moment by moment one miserable or glorious step at a time * * * Listen, darling, If you happen to see Paul Harvey strolling around Could you relay a little message to him, from me? Just tell him that I don’t really need his help anymore... I already found out the rest of this story, By living it myself, And it wasn’t quite as pretty as one might have hoped. ...but I’m sure that he already knows exactly how THAT goes. * * * Never mind me, darling, I’m just sitting up here in my tea-top-hut, Watching the mountains grow... ...then crouch back down, pretending to be pebble-tiny again, and really believing that they are. * * * And now, after dreary grey clouds And soggy-wormed sidewalks have proven themselves Real enough to survive even our togetherness... Even after all these things... ...will you love me still? * * * They forecasted a warm morning But the universe sent me only rain. They predicted an inch of snow But the frost stopped at the heart. They promised an early spring But so far all I’ve seen is pain... Now tell me, little miss frazzled and frayed, What shall we expect tomorrow? Gooober lilting? Flower’s wilting? Son-rise, Hope-highs, Hearts dropped torn and slain? Well, who cares what you forecast? The wind blows just the same... [comments] => 1 [counter] => 256 [topic] => 21 [informant] => 3660days [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 17 [ratings] => 4 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => Lifepoems )
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