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Heartsong (Free verse) by RobinGayle

Listen to the rhythm of your heartsong. Notice it grows weaker, as you drown it with excuses Still it struggles to the surface to be heard. Meant to wander, undistorted, The music never changes. But the verses, they grow shorter Just like time.

RobinGayle 23-Aug-02/4:39 PM
So sorrye 'bout your plight auld chap. 'Twas certain Edgar warned ye - Shoehornes are naught for arses.




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