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By jwb71913 Date: 2003 Sep 17 Comment on this Work [[2003.09.17.20.36.3128]] |
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Reticent though my heart may be Though deep within my soul says flee Something makes me look your way My tongue trips over words I say No looking back, no moving on Just the doldrums dusk to dawn No glow from monitor cools my want I've searched for something different Good tools, strong hammer, straight steel nail And tradewinds promise to fill my sail But promise is illusion too I know I'm better off with you Is nothing sacred in our path? Will nothing chase the pain and wrath? The world is filled with galley bitches And pirates seeking ill gained riches The straight course might be boring you Direction lost on charts of blue But time and distance tell the tale I'll look for your email |