They Fled from Me
Song of a Senior
Where have the sirens flown
who wooed me with their eyes,
seductive songs and sighs
when I roamed all alone?
Enraptured by those raptors,
all with hearts of stone
that wore my flesh to bone,
I hungered for my captors.
They had me on the run,
and I ran down. Time flies,
but I still love their lies—
all lovers lie for fun.
From Ubi Sunt and The Withered Pap
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Ralph
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