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poem of the day #1

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I was never in a league of noble gentlemen To whom she'd cast polite and flitting smiles, Only distant hope and dying dreams for me! Or perhaps descent into a game of wiles

To give a chance of sipping wine on heady nights With her angelic presence to declare; Above, an aura playing out hypnotic hues, And I in awe of blonde cascades of hair.

But no! my tiring soul is sinking in a mire To haunt me for an age and evermore, for How could I expect to hold her silken hand When I am but a soulless ghost of yore?

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updated FEB 17, 2010
posted by joeydorl

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This has nothing to do with spanish

updated FEB 17, 2010
posted by LolaLipstheFish
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