Thursday, February 23, 2006

Song #1

Two cents of you mind please Sir?
Did you rush it up?
Did you spill the cup?

Of wine, ivory, or magic things?
Of major empathies,
or even perfect dreams?

Do you have any regrets?
Would you...
Fold it up in your pocket,
and take it away?

Two cents of your time sweet Lady?
Of maybe wine or tea?
What would your preference be?

With ten lines of apologies,
all folded up real neat--
inside my pocket see?

Do you have any regrets?
Would you...
Fold it up in your pocket,
and take it away?

To your memories of Love's best,
and would you take two cents of mine
to save it up in this safe?

A safe of faded aways

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