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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?
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Arithmetic Mean: 8.555555
Weighted score: 6.7777777
Overall Rank: 425
Posted: March 28, 2005 9:35 AM PST; Last modified: March 28, 2005 9:35 AM PST
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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.]