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April 26, 2005

The Irony of Real Life

And her lover went away
For a short business trip
With suitcases full of promises
The maid must have stolen them
While cleaning out the room
For when her lover returned
There were no phone calls
The town's souvenirs are still for sale
And "I love you" is heard only on TV.

And your friend went away
On a short business trip
Left with an empty suitcase
For there was no commitment
No promises you could give her
And when your friend returned
Called, but could not reach you
"Passion in Poe" in hand
And you get mad because she loves you.

Posted by BlueWolf on April 26, 2005 10:35 PM