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October 7, 2007 – 12:15 am
popping..
i can’t sail
and i can’t bail
if there’s only a rail
to follow thy trail.
my heart’s in ail,
think i need a round of ale
without thee
oh my world’s a pale.
can’t you see,
my passion’s not stale?
the depths,
it’s over hill and dale.
if there’s only a gale or
even a whale
to bring me to thee
in an exhale.
hail, if i can stop rhyming
words ending in ale and ail
lo, this is just to put into scale
how i think of thee
without fail.
-26 may 2006 ©
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Lyrical Attempts
What is this flutter?
Why am I feeling this queasy feeling in my stomach?
I shouldn't feel this but I am feeling,
this crazy tremulous feeling.
Heart pounding, head racing.
It is exciting.
It is confusing.
Heck, it is ...
around this time
every year since you left
you get me in this pensive mode
it's not as painful as
when i think about you
around the time we met
yes see, i had to think about you
twice every year.
that's all ...
