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Annette's turn 8/28/2011
Tonight, my friend, something said, "Write for Annette."
To write, and bend, words with true sincerity, I'll bet,
Is not easy on such a whim, so through the hours, I Set
Out to make these words undim and fly to Sweet Annette.
A music Lover, 'tis true, she'll send a dream on to you,
Within a night, with songs and words she felt true blue.
Now, this girl's a lady and lovely, through and through,
She'll ring your soul with dreams and things, all so new.
The Soul's loved friendship is built within these dreams,
A wondrous tapestry she fills 'tis true and so it seems,
A night to deeply move an honored soul to great extremes,
So tantalizing her mind, kind and true, discerning scenes.
To end this paean, I think..Will not cause me to sink,
To my knees, awed by this lady, modestly to soon drink
The draught of morn apace, that soon can place a blink
Upon the eye of a wandering descendant of missing Link.
Ummmm!
It is completely my own, with your inspiration.
I've tried to capture you somewhat, in words,
but fail and succeed in almost identical lines.
It has been interesting trying this...Perhaps I
know you very well, while not quite understanding
each thing that I know of the whole person.
Then again, Maybe I analyze too thoroughly,
the physical results of the thoughts that were
clamoring for expression in a few short lines.
The excessive analysis interferes with the process,
and sometimes my personal enjoyment of the results.
love,
anthony
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