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[aid] => mick
[title] => Dock of the bay
[time] => 2008-12-10 11:13:48
[hometext] => I woke up thinking about this
[bodytext] => I saw her first at twilight on the 4th of July in St. Augustine in beauty, sitting like Otis, on a dock of the bay. Silhouetted against a red sky, in years not more than fifteen, looking at her, I know am lost, I can’t tear myself away. On that dock, I the sailor in my dress whites, she in a pirates hat, sit, stay to keep another boy away; we talk as the sun goes down. Watching the fireworks, and celebrations; for hours we sat, I see naught but her; oblivious to all, in her eyes I want to drown. She was perfect, a vision that to all others made me blind, long hair, longer legs, and eyes that refused to be denied. A true Southern Bell, engaging, funny, smart and refined, beauty and perfection, I will never get her out of my mind. The legs are still long and lovely; the hair is shorter and gray, she is still funny, and smart, the loveliest thing I have ever seen. Half a century has passed since that walk on the dock that day, I wake next to her I still see the girl on the dock of the bay, in my mind still fifteen. [comments] => 2 [counter] => 154 [topic] => 2 [informant] => gmcse8 [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => LovePoetry )
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