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[aid] => Mick
[title] => Waiting to Board
[time] => 2003-06-02 17:05:00
[hometext] => My wife and I had never gone on a cruise before and we had not traveled together without the kids for fourteen years...
[bodytext] => We were waiting to board flashing white teeth in a group shot in our conversation extended far beyond the gangway waking me to another fantasy from my existence. Was all the lugging around in the hot Florida sun worth the wait to find me? too hot to ignore starry nights, the dance holding you close in my cabin the stranger of many years? The flirt is what leads to passion the power of taking hold of experience, of turning it round, slowly, in the light1 watching your facets in a slow dance weighing what was once reality with how you hold me in facination in a flash of what was to be while waiting to board. 1 Virginia Woolf, Mrs. Dalloway, pg. 119. [comments] => 1 [counter] => 324 [topic] => 35 [informant] => chuckx [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => SpecialOccassion )
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