Poem composed while wearing brown trenchcoat and talking with Abby and Ann:<br>
(Not meant to make fun of anyone in particular. I am a very bad poet and well aware of the fact.)
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Oh, Marius, if you'd grant me love<br>
My heart would soar on wings like a dove<br>
And look down at the world from far above.<br>
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I watch you daily, from afar.<br>
You glow like a distant star<br>
Or the headlights of a car.<br>
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I dream of you each lonely night<br>
How you look in the moon's light.<br>
Stay here, my love, within my sight.<br>
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But since you spurn me every day<br>
I have nothing to do, just work, no play.<br>
Could it be that you are gay?<br>
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(Disclaimer: Gay males rock my world. Don't take offense on their/your behalf 'til you've read, say, Caron,
or Orestes Drunk and Pylades Fasting.)
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<a href="https://www.angelfire.com/pq/xarisa/lesmis.html">Get me outta here!</a>
<a href="mailto:quiara@dreamscape.com">Hey, Laura, that was a pathetic little bit of doggerel.</a>