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Would that my life carried the pomp and confidence of a bombastic poem an overwrought daytime drama that bad action movie with the guy who’s too cool for this world Would that my rhymed greetings always trumpet a joyful salute blasting awake the tired and sad rendering all introversion moot Would that an invitation for a beer a my place be a more coveted prize than a free trip to space Would that every whipped up snack be a culinary masterpiece gasping in ecstasy my houseguests cling to their seats Would that the very tone of my voice render women to squirm and swoon render babies to giggle and songbirds to croon Would that any awkward silences be scrupulously sifted out cold cut conversations segued from hours to clipped and cleverly crafted banter Would that I’d compose the songs that bring young lovers close that wrench tears from the eyes of those more cynical than most Would that the clip of my canter be the cadence of the soundtrack of enlightenment Would that my goodbyes be an epic flood of emotion my friends and colleagues all so grieved to see me going Would that in life I be bigger than death and in death I be bigger than life. ... But what would all that be would that even be me?
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Feb 12, 2013
Feb 12, 2013 at 10:54 PM UTC
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Would that my life carried the pomp and confidence of a bombastic poem an overwrought daytime drama that bad action movie with the guy who’s too cool for this world Would that my rhymed greetings always trumpet a joyful salute blasting awake the tired and sad rendering all introversion moot Would that an invitation for a beer a my place be a more coveted prize than a free trip to space Would that every whipped up snack be a culinary masterpiece gasping in ecstasy my houseguests cling to their seats Would that the very tone of my voice render women to squirm and swoon render babies to giggle and songbirds to croon Would that any awkward silences be scrupulously sifted out cold cut conversations segued from hours to clipped and cleverly crafted banter Would that I’d compose the songs that bring young lovers close that wrench tears from the eyes of those more cynical than most Would that the clip of my canter be the cadence of the soundtrack of enlightenment Would that my goodbyes be an epic flood of emotion my friends and colleagues all so grieved to see me going Would that in life I be bigger than death and in death I be bigger than life. ... But what would all that be would that even be me?
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isaac-grimm
American
Feb 12, 2013
Feb 12, 2013 at 10:54 PM UTC
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