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The Sidekick and The Distant Damsel (Free verse) by luzrheroguy
I expected this Even though I saw it coming I can't help but look at what could have been And I have to steel myself Because pictures retell the stories Of the last cold day I can recall When you drove for hours Just to hear me spin the stories Of the real pen and paper heroes I woke up to the ringing of the phone A voice trying to reach me I raced the mile between our locations You'd come so far, I couldn't let you fail Out of breath I appeared before you Silently majestic, dressed in the last second Before the fireworks announced my arrival I saw this coming So I never let myself enjoy this Despite my desire to make one night last forever I showed you the highlights Of the middle of nowhere But you kept your eyes on me I showed you my heroes But you never saw my villains Or the battles that could shake the heavens Much less the ground beneath your feet All you saw was me, so I smiled Looking back into the eyes That loved me, but couldn't hold me... As I stand on this rooftop looking down Everything looks so much smaller And you stood here with me Lips locked to fight the breaking of the dawn But we both knew we couldn't win this Our endeavor to beat time and space I saw this coming So let the trial decide my fate I shouldn't be surprised by my exile After all, who am I to challenge time and space?

Up the ladder: quarter-step (abridged)
Down the ladder: In My Minds Eye

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Posted: March 28, 2005 9:35 AM PST; Last modified: March 28, 2005 9:35 AM PST
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[10] wFraser Allonby Q.C.w @ 195.157.153.249 | 30-Mar-05/2:15 AM | Reply
[Enter the Borgias' FOOL.]

LUCREZIA: Well, Fool, what's thy latest?
FOOL: Aristotle's or Zeno's, Lady--'tis neither latest nor last. For, marry, if the cobbler stuck to his last, then were his latest his last in rebus ambulantibus. Argal, I stick at nothing but cobble-stones, which, by the same token, are stuck to the road by men's fingers.
LUCREZIA: How many crows may nest in a grocer's jerkin?
FOOL: A full dozen at cock-crow, and something less under the dog-star, by reason of the dew, which lies heavy on men taken by the scurvy.
LUCREZIA: Methinks the Fool is a fool.
FOOL: And therefore, by auricular deduction, am I own twin to the Lady Lucrezia!

[Sings.]

When pears hang green on the garden wall
With a nid, and a nod, and a niddy-niddy-o
Then prank you, lads and lasses all,
With a yea and a nay and a niddy-o.

But when the thrush flies out o' the frost
With a nid, [etc.]
'Tis time for loons to count the cost,
With a yea [etc.]
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