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By galadrial Date: 2005 Jan 04 Comment on this Work [[2005.01.04.00.25.1143]] |
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The coast is clear, this is not one of your haunts, enough miles away that you will not feel or know what I whisper here, what words of love I dangle, what bubbles of bliss I blow. Here we have not danced, no tango, not even a cha cha, so you won't care if "I love you" slips out, not even if i yodeled it from the Empire State, and make disconcerted a boy scout or two. So in precious concealment, and delicious disguise, I say I love you sweet man. And it does not count toward my quota, or against me anywhere, but my heart. |