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*sigh*
damnit
...in a related matter....probably the best thing to ever come out of facebook is bryan gold is writing poetry again...thought I'd post this here...for posterity and sheer relevance....
There was once this boy.
And of life, he said: "Well, It's..O-kay"
No tears of sadness, no fits of joy
Just regularity, each and every day.
Then by chance, the unthinkable struck
A girl you see, had crossed his path.
Fate, destiny, or very good luck,
A success either way if you do the math.
The highest highs, the smallest lows,
He glowed brightly inside from her touch,
He wandered about in his new fancy clothes.
Never wondering if he loved her too much.
He texted, he wrote, he even used rhyme.
But he held a special place for incubus time.
Now the boy and this girl, they sit here and wait.
Hoping and holding for that very next date.
[It will come my dear, and I won't be a minute late!]
damnit
...in a related matter....probably the best thing to ever come out of facebook is bryan gold is writing poetry again...thought I'd post this here...for posterity and sheer relevance....
There was once this boy.
And of life, he said: "Well, It's..O-kay"
No tears of sadness, no fits of joy
Just regularity, each and every day.
Then by chance, the unthinkable struck
A girl you see, had crossed his path.
Fate, destiny, or very good luck,
A success either way if you do the math.
The highest highs, the smallest lows,
He glowed brightly inside from her touch,
He wandered about in his new fancy clothes.
Never wondering if he loved her too much.
He texted, he wrote, he even used rhyme.
But he held a special place for incubus time.
Now the boy and this girl, they sit here and wait.
Hoping and holding for that very next date.
[It will come my dear, and I won't be a minute late!]