A Dover Duet
I brought you to Dover to tell
you, my dear, that I’m caught in the spell
.....of an infinite rue,
.....but that we must be true
though the world's headed swiftly to hell.
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Do you plan to keep talking till dawn?
Your monody’s making me yawn.
.....I really don’t care
.....about your despair.
Get over it, guy, or I’m gone!
[This message has been edited by Jan D. Hodge (edited May 12, 2006).]
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