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one more (sweet love poem) for the road t'is indeed difficult to gather up the memories, asking not which but how, in what type of storage container, clear, see-through-me plastic or a steel lock box with a preordained one last goodbye kissing, semi-purposely soon to be another ****** missing key will they be made, kept, though themselves, disordered, unkempt, yet safe for future travel... but unsafe for reopening, lest those aged sugar dusted New Orleans beignet crumbs you broke in two, one for me and one for, yet break for me during the packing up as all smiles in a half remembered half sad song once again, upon cursory examination at a new person's starting over heart place, I smile sadly at torn concert ticket stubs, and emptied ring boxes, brown-edged wilted flowers that fell out from in between books of poetry, purchased, but never opened my soul brother Nat King Cole sings me to that smiling place, and yet I am shocked to learn that he is not the author of said words no, that song, that now last / elastic brittle / bittersweet memory song, written by the the unbreakable, the bendable Charlie Chaplin and I put that last whimsy smile *in the clear plastic container, discontented contents visible, even if that box is never reopened*
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Mar 22, 2015
Mar 22, 2015 at 4:07 AM UTC
Smile: one more (sweet love poem) for the road
one more (sweet love poem) for the road t'is indeed difficult to gather up the memories, asking not which but how, in what type of storage container, clear, see-through-me plastic or a steel lock box with a preordained one last goodbye kissing, semi-purposely soon to be another ****** missing key will they be made, kept, though themselves, disordered, unkempt, yet safe for future travel... but unsafe for reopening, lest those aged sugar dusted New Orleans beignet crumbs you broke in two, one for me and one for, yet break for me during the packing up as all smiles in a half remembered half sad song once again, upon cursory examination at a new person's starting over heart place, I smile sadly at torn concert ticket stubs, and emptied ring boxes, brown-edged wilted flowers that fell out from in between books of poetry, purchased, but never opened my soul brother Nat King Cole sings me to that smiling place, and yet I am shocked to learn that he is not the author of said words no, that song, that now last / elastic brittle / bittersweet memory song, written by the the unbreakable, the bendable Charlie Chaplin and I put that last whimsy smile *in the clear plastic container, discontented contents visible, even if that box is never reopened*
Smile http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1TvUYSFRIto Smile though your heart is aching Smile even though it's breaking When there are clouds in the sky, you'll get by If you smile through your fear and sorrow Smile and maybe tomorrow You'll see the sun come shining through for you Light up your face with gladness Hide every trace of sadness Although a tear may be ever so near That's the time you must keep on trying Smile, what's the use of crying? You'll find that life is still worthwhile If you just smile That's the time you must keep on trying Smile, what's the use of crying? You'll find that life is still worthwhile If you just smile sung by Nat King Cole composed by Charlie Chaplin (composed 4:08 am Miami, Fla. Sunday March 22, 2015
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99/M/NYC/Lippstadt/Kraków
Mar 22, 2015
Mar 22, 2015 at 4:07 AM UTC
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