November 4, 2011
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Cloven
I wanted to build a world with you,
Where we could wander, run and play-
Where you'd be Queen, and I'd be King,
Til the day our hair turned gray.And like a house of gossamer,
The thoughts were built and woven,
But buffeted by a winsome zephyr,
The spars and beams came cloven...New days dawn, and new years sing
Of horizons and vistas and melodies
Whither those dreams might yet come true,
With whom one sings the harmonies...11.04.11
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