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By coujeaux Date: 2008 Jan 04 Comment on this Work [[2008.01.04.03.57.27637]] |
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By candlelight, as it slightly wavered, she chewed these morsels she'd savored in thoughtful repose, Vaguely aware that dinner alone leaves uncontested wishes upon the bone whichever side she chose. To frame this eve, she's wiped heart on her sleeve, replacing napkin necessarily used to dry her eye, You could thank the Lord a thousandfold with the smorgasbord of opportunity that had passed her by. To wit, no whet, at least not yet, so it's off to a bottle of wine and comfortable environs, a solo decor, Consolation decorating weary hopes that someone'll reignite her isotopes as they've simmered afore. In virginal days of our insouciant chatter, rarely did we consider a matter of rehabilitating love esteem, From so-called credible sources we were spoonfed manure of white horses and the picket-fence dream. She demands a disclaimer of sorts to beware puckering frogs hiding warts underneath cloaks of sincere, While he drops a hint down deep in the fine print to cancel his subscription if her issues should reappear. Nits and picks, stones and sticks, why can't you get over them at long last and accept it's past overdue, And on and on and on; it's miraculous how they've so easily moved on yet it's continually irritating you. A soul, deemed potentially worthy, be aware what they serve may be an hors d'oeuvre partially tasted, Be that as it were, a more finicky connoisseur will turn up their nose to declare their patronage wasted. But a hungrier consumer, rumbling gut, might temper their hesitation somewhat through cautious bites, If this sample is carefully chewed they realize their palates have been renewed by unexpected delights. For some their sustenance is warmed by obliterating opinions formed that teethmarks do wounds reveal, When what another thoughtlessly threw away became a sumptuous buffet simply by sharing your meal. |