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March 24, 2005

Delta

In care-free younger days I'd swing with ropes
From tree to tree for pleasure spring 'til fall
The boys I met back then seemed like dopes
Alone in my treehouse I would hide from all
With adolescence, solitare grew old
The king had queen, but jack had mate amiss
Even ace of spades had hearts to hold
But joker had no twin with which to kiss
I throw the cards against the wall in tears
Grab the swing, fashioning a noose
To put an end to the solitary years
When you have pain, it's all you have to lose
I stand on a chair like the Cypress of Monterey
But on one's there to help me have my way.

Posted by BlueWolf on March 24, 2005 11:46 PM