Then wear the gold hat, if that will move her; If you can bounce high, bounce for her too, Till she cry “Lover, gold-hatted, high-bouncing lover, I must have you!”
THOMAS PARKE D’INVILLIERS.
Tuesday, May 10, 2011
Unintentional binges. Strudel tastes dry in my aged mouth. Aging. Aging with you? Sometimes it's a possibility. I wonder; what do the stars think? What does God think?
disclaimer: What was written in the past
can last,
but the feelings that were felt
can melt;
and they dissolve into space
and chase
other places, other times
and rhymes.
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