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By galadrial Date: 2003 Jan 12 Comment on this Work [[2003.01.12.22.24.25284]] |
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Oh, we're old acquaintences, he and I I would know him blind by the wit, and the wild and the way he has of leaving an impression on the top three layers of skin. So when a lady gets punch drunk who rarely partakes, its a good bet that he has been around. I keep my own counsel, because I am not supposed to know how he gets beneath your skin, never admitted it to myself till I shut the door, slammed the bolt, locked the windows, pulled the shutters, and hid myself beneath three blankets and a flannel granny gown. Only then did I even try to think of that grin, the one you could hear from a country away, and now I hear the grin in a few unexpected corners, see a glimpse there and again, and I am safer hiding in my bed, than wishing I was talking to you in yours. |