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[aid] => mick
[title] => The Girl From Laos
[time] => 2004-03-16 17:10:20
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[bodytext] => Long ago I was travelling in Laos, I met a girl in a wooden house. She made me some tea and showed me the view, Her face was kind and her clothes were blue. We lay down together with hardly a word, We kissed in the moonlight and something occurred. It felt just so pure as we hugged in the night, Her eyes were so deep, a wonderful sight. We slept so close we were almost as one, When I woke she still slept and the moonlight was gone. I got up and left, the moment was so right, I wanted to remember how she looked that night. I sat on the bus to the Mekong and dreamed, How her lips had sparkled, her long hair had gleamed. I couldn’t resist her I left for her home, But when I arrived there my friend in this poem. Was perched on her doorstep a man at her side, They laughed just like lovers and my heart just died. Why couldn’t I have left with memories so true, I could always return to when life becomes blue. I returned to the bus with no more than a shiver, And washed out my thoughts in the long, winding river. [comments] => 1 [counter] => 305 [topic] => 22 [informant] => Pwei [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => LostLove )
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