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Ode to Mimi
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Ode to Mimi |
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captaincargo Member
since 1999-11-25
Posts 109Corning, N.Y. U.S.A. |
My heart I can not still it Your heart I cannot fill it If when your life is full If where my thoughts of you are few When we were one and whole Soft and warm and near Like wind we wafted high Together saw the eagles fly What fields, or waves, or mountains glimpsed What roads, what paths, have we trod since We look at love before and after I smell, I feel, I taste the laughter My pain is through, both lost and found My feet since planted, firm on the ground You pined, you grieved, like infants sleep Soft, and light, and counting sheep And now you come to me and sigh You question, you wonder, and ask me why I tell you it's not up to me You talked, you walked, and now you're free Cap. ... Can you keep the bee from ranging, Or the ringdove's neck from changing? No! nor fettered love from dying In the knot there's no untying. "Song" Thomas Campbell Cap. Carg. |
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Elizabeth
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Member Ascendant
since 1999-06-07
Posts 6871Minnesota |
Nicely done here, Captain. Elizabeth "He have his goodness now. God forbid I take it from him!" -The Crucible |
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Poet deVine
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Member Seraphic
since 1999-05-26
Posts 22612Hurricane Alley |
Very good sir! Does this Mimi wear lots of blue eyeshadow? |
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Mike Member Elite
since 1999-06-19
Posts 2462 |
Nicely done. Enjoyed the read. |
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Nan
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Member Seraphic
since 1999-05-20
Posts 21191Cape Cod Massachusetts USA |
O Cap'n, Dear Cap'n - Nice job here..  |
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captaincargo Member
since 1999-11-25
Posts 109Corning, N.Y. U.S.A. |
Why thank you Elizabeth.  And everyone!Actually, she did like blue eyeshadow. Cap.< !signature--> Cap. Carg. [This message has been edited by captaincargo (edited 04-04-2000).] |
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Marge Tindal
since 1999-11-06
Posts 42384Florida's Foreverly Shores |
CaptnCargo~ I really liked this line - 'You pined, you grieved, like infants sleep Soft, and light, and counting sheep' Nice reflections. ~*Marge*~ ~*The pen of the poet never runs out of ink, as long as we breathe.*~ [email protected] |
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