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- June 06, 1998..........................click arrows on r/h side Breakfast in Paris, August the fairest....of months in that city Checkered bedspread, you standing half- naked in the window, Montmarte While I laughed... Hoek Van Holland, Bunkers amongst pollen While the sea raged against rocks on the shore Seagulls overhead......white-feathered wings spread Like my heart....beating fast....just like yours We had this..... my friend.... And...... much....more Canoe trip in Waterland, cruisng past highway vans To fruit and food stands, in ancient city where marine hands Could be seen in their workmanship left behind...... We were awed by tall sailing ships, that had taken so many trips... to places some close, some foreign....And,oh how I dreamed of the times they were born...... Nights lying in your bed, love's whispers in my head Passion warring while I watched....while you.....read Telepathy.... calling....summoning....you to touch my tortured soul and flesh...instead......though you could not.. ravish me until dawn....and beyond.... Oh, friend.......we've left it behind....... Oh, my love......you've left me behind but don't worry.....'cause I'll tell you......I'm......just fine. 1998-06-06 4:57 p.m.
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