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Gunslinger Senior Member
since 1999-10-09
Posts 901TX, USA 
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Amazing at the cunning tricks- Our minds can play at times… For years I’ve sifted rubble, Transposed it into rhyme. About the wondrous love affair- That never quite transpired. The winning score on playing field- The shot I never fired. The championship I never won- Imagined skill with blade- The unsung tales of heroes bold Were once my stock in trade. At last, I sadly realize- The lass did not exist… Therefore, I never held her hand- Nor tender lips< I kissed. A dreamer, I, a vagabond- To read and write alone… With few if any years to spend- Till I am dead and gone. |
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Michael
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Member Rara Avis
since 1999-08-13
Posts 7666California |
Well, won't go so far as to say there's more happiness in being alone but I'm pretty sure the peaceful sleep package it offers is better. Believe it or not, some people find comfort in aloneness (and yeah, maybe they've pretty much learned they have to)...but it can be done. Like to hear about that shot never fired sometime. |
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augustsky Senior Member Posts 828 midwest US |
Well..Poet, you're an endearing vagabond. I liked.. Sky~ ~Do You Know That Feeling |
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