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DO YOU UNDERSTAND MY DEAR
Contributed by
robertkilpatrick
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Tuesday, 6th July 2004 @ 09:31:01 PM in AEST
Topic:
LostLove
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Mandolin of stringed Black and White TV
Candelabras of light wooden windows
Chairs in woven Persian rugs
Typewriter of a type thats frozen.
Books, binding the written pages
Of words that speak into the air
That youve never been able to bind and see
Because of the sodden Olden Hallows.
That rapture with the Old taunty mugs
Because they were not wisely chosen
From the pages of haunty by gone ages
Do you understand my dear?
Strange land, really dont care
Black sand, Canary Birds in cages
Nor about the sacks shes woven
You only sleep with Jacks bed bugs
And keep strange weird bed fellows
And you never cared if there were Three
Do you understand my dear?
Id cry a loud cry of a whimp
Whined and barked the truth
Youd sleep with Jacks Old taunty mugs
And cry out foul, now thats uncouth.
Robert Kilpatrick
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Re: DO YOU UNDERSTAND MY DEAR
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by HellsLibrarian on
Thursday, 8th July 2004 @ 08:11:02 PM AEST
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| I really like the way this reads, even if I don't understand it. |
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Re: DO YOU UNDERSTAND MY DEAR
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by emystar on
Sunday, 10th October 2004 @ 09:38:33 PM AEST
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U certainly are a very creative writer.
good owrk.
luv, huggs, smiles,
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