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 May 2015 Cowboy675
Gerard M
We met upon a fleeting chance
and grabbed it by its sail
A chance so slight and improbable,
it was surely set to fail
One hand tightened, the other outstretched
not far enough, yet my eyes could see,
between two soft, round cheeks,
a smile welcoming me
On a sea of clouds,
we passed through an ancient door
guarded by angels and demigods,
to dance in a foreign land, forevermore.

— The End —