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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.

-=Dark_Angel=-, P.I. 15-Aug-02/2:42 PM
I have no heart, Sir, for it was taken from me in a Pigge Fight in 1374. Ah, yes, I remember that Fight well. It was me and Porky McFibbs the pig farmer on a sunny afternoon in the Belvedere suite, enjoying sherry and light chat on the poop deck... Oh, I do hope you'll forgive me, Sir. I must to towne at once to buy a Shoe-horne, for mine seems to have snapped in some sort of mating frenzy. Good day.




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