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By jwb71913 Date: 2003 Jun 05 Comment on this Work [[2003.06.05.19.33.19713]] |
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There's my muse so fickle and fleeting Coincidence or fate this meeting? To both of you who speared my heart To cherub too who shot the dart I say begone, from heart and dreams I've wasted far too many reams Of paper, oh and tears I've shed And many night wished I was dead Fair faces upturned to my eyes How cleverly you did disguise The plague of deceit your lies could bring Festering wounds under engagement ring I hear stage left is oily mire And stage right is ablaze with fire Center stage has players too But we just don't have room for you Rats bring plagues o' both your houses Denial makes them little mouses Follow piper to river and scream I'm working on another dream |