Ah, your version of 'Sex and the artist', Deborah?
Yeah, sure...
Doug
On 5-Dec-05, at 5:30 AM, deborah russell wrote:
> I'll Dream of Paradise
>
> Come dance with me,
> my love
> in the golden haze
> of twilight ...
> the wind's fragrant whisper,
> the aroma of fine wine
> no,
> come dance with me, my love
> where ink flows like fragrant wine
> lets be wild, with the scent
> of circumstance
> no, come dance with me
> where the good times roll,
> the music flows and we can spread
> our wings... no,
> come dance with me
> as crazy as a wild man
> we'll drink beer on tap
> and have a few shots - then
> when we finally get home,
> we'll throw off the spread
> and try, once more,
> to compose something
> like a poem
> but, end up, whining
> for an hour
> about whose fault
> it was we ran out of coffee
> and cigarettes ...
> you'll scream
> at the neighbor's barking dog
> while I'll dream
> of paradise
> and memorize
> the tv guide
> I'll try to forget you gave
> the waitress, in "our" restaurant,
> our home number
> and tomorrow, my dearest,
> we'll spend an endless summer
> in complete silence,
> avoiding each other's eyes.
>
>
> Deborah Russell, © 2001
>
>
Douglas Barbour
11655 - 72 Avenue NW
Edmonton Ab T6G 0B9
(780) 436 3320
Shakespeare
Drag yr mouldy old bones
Up these stairs & tell me
What you died of,
I think
I’ve got it
Too.
Sharon Thesen
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