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ooo sounds about right
i wrote a poem that is similar to this... almost the same title even.
the game.
posted by
julie_kristine
on May 14, 2007 at 7:21 AM
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Well, "love" is a very subjective (and somewhat silly) term ...
However, my father was 20 years older than my mother (37 to 17 at the time of marriage), and they were together for several years. Of course, that was mostly a financial decision on her part. But I'm sure she wasn't completely repulsed by him, anyway.
Love can sweep you off your feet,
and carry you along
in a way you've never known before.
But the ride always ends,
and you end up feeling lonely and bitter.
Wait. It's not love I'm describing.
I'm thinking of a monorail.
posted by
Mademoiselle
on May 11, 2007 at 10:37 PM
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