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The morning after
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The morning after |
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Honeybunch Member Rara Avis
since 2001-12-29
Posts 7115South Africa 
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I didn’t look up last night, I haven’t forgotten the sight, or search on the ground behind the wall up the road round the corner from me. I didn’t walk on nor did I reverse or stand on the stage to rehearse the lines of when, if, I’m also a star bowing gracefully to your applause. I didn’t begin or end anything to appear in the book of Guinness or try to pretend, lie to a friend, or attend a coming out ball. Maybe I did, or maybe I didn’t, think of autumn, winter, and spring, and I didn’t remember a single thing or land in a heap on the floor. I did think maybe tomorrow I’ll think of summer, red roses, and thee, and then the next day to shuffle the cards and look for an ace up my sleeve. It comes down to this, I haven’t a clue how to touch a bright shining star or make believe I’m a little moonbeam when the scale tells me otherwise. I didn’t infuse wine into blood merely dispatched it straight to my head not under a star or anywhere near the place it’s supposed to be. So what did I do that’s special to me or to you or the woman next door? I haven’t a clue; it’s too late to be new and believe in a wonderful world. I didn’t look up last night! |
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