for Rose Marie, wherever I may find her... - that yellow bastard

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October 21st, 2003


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2003.1021.1052::for Rose Marie, wherever I may find her...
Like a poem poorly written
We are verses out of rhythm,
Couplets out of rhyme,
In syncopated time

And how the room is softly faded
And I only kiss your shadow,
I cannot feel your hand,
You're a stranger now unto me


Happy birthday, dear.

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