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By jwb71913 Date: 2003 Mar 05 Comment on this Work [[2003.03.05.09.13.27078]] |
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Focus, think before you act look very closely at every single fact My life is changing, while I sit here reacting, never gauging consequences the phone keeps ringing, asking "Dear, when are you dropping those goddam fences"? I tell you that I like you fine, but I am just not ready for coffee, drink, no time to dine your perfume makes me heady Your words so soft are tempting sirens resolve is slipping fast into the fire go all of my irons I must give up at last I'll soon be shed of every reason that forced me to say no it's got to be the changing season the sun's renewing glow Shed warmth upon the flower bed bring light into my soul I'll bud, blossom, bloom you said and then you'll make me whole The PC is a fading memory of a life without real contact for now my sweet you give your love and that is the last fact So come to me, or I'll drive there for coffee, food or wine and run your fingers through my hair together, magic, fine Ask not of me about tomorrow I don't have any idea and please don't leave and cause me sorrow that is my last plea |