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[sid] => 157017
[catid] => 1
[aid] => mick
[title] => Swan Song
[time] => 2010-01-27 21:42:24
[hometext] => The desire to be considered beautiful to another etc.
[bodytext] => Feathers like snowflakes, Diving down deep Plunging into the core of things: Your swan dive never grows old. Scenery paled in comparison To such a pretty maid; Soft features marked her face, And it was no wonder why---- Beauty was her proprietor. Standing on the shore, I gazed at your glory: “Sweet Swan,” said I--- “How elegantly you move To and fro across the water. How coyly you romp This way and that across the water. How wonderful you seem To someone like me! For I am--- Nobody.” "Oh, Lovely Lady," said I. "If I were more like you, And less like me Think how happy I would be? And Aphrodite would agree, I‘d be deserving of a mate; She’d smile upon my loneliness Releasing a fair prince, Upon a fair princess." Yet, I am not fair. I am big feet, Lanky limbs, And goofy grins. I am your polar opposite---- The pigeon to your swan. Pathetic. (All this resounded in my mind, Whilst standing on the shore, Gazing at the Swan. ) My last thoughts: Why couldn’t that be me? Feathers like snowflakes, Diving down deep Plunging into the core of things, Resurfacing into the arms of a lover? [comments] => 1 [counter] => 149 [topic] => 32 [informant] => JakerBaker88 [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 14 [ratings] => 3 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => SadPoetry )
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