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A villanelle in tribute to Dylan Thomas
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She wasn't looking out for love, but then she saw his jeans
Stretched tight across the spot that drew her eyes
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You showed me that I'll never be too old
And touched me with the magic of your gift
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The hippo on the mantlepiece
The eagle in the cage
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For days before the deed was done The masked marauder stalked the night
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As darkness creeps across the room
Your heart is filled with silent dread
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He's always been a dilettante Flitting round a world of fun
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The sunshine fell softly to waken the world
October exploding in Autumn's embrace
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I'll love you for forever and a day
Eternity can't be enough for me
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On summer days of soft gold rays of sun
I only want to be beside your side
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Play like, the blues man The Jazz band, cool hand
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When dreams, half-heard, were all the hopes I had
And love a rumour from a foreign land
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Hear them play any day have to say they're the way Weeeeee
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trees turn red and gold
colours march slowly northward
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In times before the world was changed In lands we never knew
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First my Mummy loved my Daddy and my Daddy loved my Mum They decided they would love to have a me.
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There's nothing finer than to rhyme
With perfect meter beating time
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I wish that all the world would give up fighting All violence is such a foolish notion
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I found you on a walk in moonlight
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If I saw you in the morning would the Sun appear to shine? Next to you he's just a dullard in disgrace.
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I flew to you across the sky Before I saw that you were here
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We argued on this form to no avail With purposes that crossed yet never met
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This feisty fairy found the magic mirror all alone
And summoned up the spell to meet a mate
by cricketjeff
62 lines, 23 comments,
on Sep 30 7:18 AM
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When each day dawns it starts another page
Without a mark to spoil the pristine white
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Today they say the Summer came to die
A final flood of soft September sun
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You can think of each day as a match you must play And the way that you win is take part
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She waits and dreams, she feels his roving lips Her body arched against imagined touch
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On the beach she bathes in moonlight in its soft seductive glare Washed by waves that rolled across the sea from me
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On mountain tops the world seems far away And worries trickle into mountain streams
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She is alone
once she had nearly three hundred sisters
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Asleep across the ocean
Where all the land's abed
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