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Sing for me once more
upon the broken shore
of better times and happy days
when life was fun and games and play
before life’s cruel and endless chores.

The old guard

The stoic’s face severe
as he turned a callous and deaf ear
upon the vulgar thralls
in their salacious free-for-all
who shared none of his fear.


I’m thankful for the courtesy,
the kindness that you show to me
which serves as sweet salvation
in moments of desperation
to bring me back to harmony.


With her garters and her lace
and a smile on her face,
she’ll take you by the arm
and turn on the charm
and put you in your place.