Stephen, did you score as the lone Romantic of the group?
Ann
Stephen Vincent wrote:
>Spring unto Summer:
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>The sun is wretched
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>The convertible is wretched
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>My ears are being tortured
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>My heart is being carved
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>Highway 1 is one long ache
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>River Road is a continuous motorcycle
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>The River End restaurant hangs by its teeth
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>The deep-fry oysters are grim to each bite:
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>Let me say once and for all
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>None of this, absolutely not one item, is true:
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>The ocean breeze is velvet across my cheeks
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>The sun is a subservient caress
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>My heart goes soft as the fresh-shucked oyster
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>Highway 1 is a fresh loom of late spring rain green
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>The River End serves bright wild sauté red salmon pierced on a lemongrass
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>River Road leads to a bed among the most tender of pink and white roses:
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>Itıs goodbye spring & hello summer
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>Itıs hello "full" and goodbye "splits":
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>My love is going to the highlands
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>And I am far from ready
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>My love is going to the highlands
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>And I am far from ready.
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> Stephen Vincent
>Blog: http://stephenvincent.durationpress.com
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"On account of my shadow
the frogs are deprived of stars.
-F.G. Lorca , Debussy
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