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Fri 13 May, 2011 03:45 pm
April, cruel as ever
left us sick and out of tune,
grown too old together,
we sat among our runes,
then foolish May
brought her bouquets,
followed by jejune.
-jjorge
@jjorge,
I was very moved by that, jjorge.
@dyslexia,
Ah, Bob.
It's impossible to find the right words to respond.
@jjorge,
I wrote this for Letty/Betty some time ago. I think she remembers it;
Denouement:
My life is of sentences,
an occasional paragraph.
There are no chapters.
The beginning, the end
are written on the same page.
You can read my life
if you take the time.
Start anywhere,
stop when you are tired.
@dyslexia,
wish I knew you better, Bob
wish you the best possible