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More poetry.
More poetry. Fortune has me well in hand. Armies wait at my command. My gold lies in a foreign land, buried deep beneath the sand. The angels guide my every tread, my enemies are sick or dead. But all the victories I've led haven't brought you to my bed. Everybody loves me, baby, what's the matter with you? Won't you tell me what did I do to offend you? Don McLean, from his album American Pie. I sent this in a an Adult Dating zone member recently. I'm pretty sure she never saw it. She only teases me with boilerplate emails and never actually talks with me. I probably deserve it. And the oceans part when I walk through. The clouds dissolve. The sky turns blue. I'm held in very great value by everyone I meet But you. I also rewrote the last lines of Tennyson's Ulysses serve as more adequate representation of, well, me: I am yet now that strength which in old days Moved earth and heaven. That which I was, I am. One equal temper of heroic heart, Untamed by time and fate, still strong in will To strive, to seek, to find, And not to yield. |
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