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I heard the old, old, men say 'All that's beautiful drifts away, like the waters...'



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Fools are my theme, let satire be my song.
Lord Byron (1788 - 1824)

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Friday, October 17, 2008

My Queen.



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He wanted to topple with his arms round her
Off that moment's brink and into nothing
Or everlasting or whatever there was

Her embrace was an immense press
To print him into her bones
His smiles were the garrets of a fairy palace
Where the real world would never come


Their heads fell apart into sleep like the two halves
Of a lopped melon, but love is hard to stop

In their entwined sleep they exchanged arms and legs
In their dreams their brains took each other hostage
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In the morning they wore each other's face


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