What sweet surprise to see someone like you again
But best it reminds me of all the laughs we had
How you girls in the class teased us boys those years past
As we laughed with joy and cried too when we were sad
Only thinking that they were the best days of our lives
Uniforms so alike and how we did our hair
Strict rules where we sat and if we could ride our bikes
Now in this deceitful world theres no-one to care
Over coffee we chatted on for quite some time
Until we both heard the town's old church bell chime
And so then we parted for the very last time
But still I failed to tell her she was still sublime
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"Be back late tonight"
Said Jim as he left the bed
"Grunt" was all she said
Jill was still tucked in
Sleeping, dreaming, that was all
He thought in the hall
But she knew his game
So phoned his best friend Peter
"Yes" He would meet her
Put a smile on her face
To pluck the fruit that was ripe
And fix leaking pipe
Sally office girl
Jim dallied with her a while
To see her winsome smile
They had eyed before
So good time was had by all
Calm before the fall
Before wife's goodbye
Hubby gets home all washed up
Pete's tools all packed up
Smiling, drinking tea
Pete gets up to greet his friend
Jim went round the bend
Jill's face innocent
Moans at doing all the work
While he's time to shirk
Turns her back that night
But what really makes him ill
He too has had his fill
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Young Rhapso was goddess of sewing
Who in archaic times did stitch and thread
That surrendered not to young mens lusts
Lured by this young beauty's scent and charms
Were hell bent to wrap her in their arms
They'd follow her uphill and down dale
Even would sail across the raging seas
In proving the heat of their desire
This upset the other gods a lot
Musing "what's she got, that they had not?"
Rhapso then disappeared from the scene
Shining sliver victim of jealousy
Whose only fault was her charm and skill
That other gods were so envious of
She tripped because she was sew loved
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Rhapso was the Greek goddess of sewing and is where the modern word Rhapsody comes from. Very little is written about her so clearly she must have upset someone many years ago and became undone. What I have written is purely fiction!
The first time I saw you it was across the street
I never once thought that one day we would meet
As I watched you flick your blown hair from you face
Next was in the library at the same bookcase
I smiled, you then said, "The man across the street!"
I am sure I blushed for how my heart did beat
"Sorry my eyes thought they should admire the scene"
She said, "That's OK you were on my radar screen"
In those days first date usually meant the flicks
So I gave her the chance to make the first picks
But rather than choosing a girly movie
She picked a French action film which was groovy
We married then of course which seemed only fair
There was so much more to like than her blowing hair
And when people aske us on how we did meet
We both laugh and say "We met across the street"
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Before I die please let me find
A place to live where all are kind
Somewhere safe my kids can live
Return to others what I can give
I don't mind if it's hot or cold
But must be where I can grow old
To see my children all grow up
Where water jug is filled right up
Then if my kids could read and write
Without guns and bombs that's alright
To see them smile just once a day
Not see their faces filled with dismay
Why is there all this hurt today?
I want my kids to laugh and play
To learn there is a better course
Grow up, work and live without force
I awake from this foolish dream
For none of this is what it seems
My heart breaks for I am so weak
I recall they all drowned last week
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The night was dark and clouds hid the moon
Our delightful tryst would end quite soon
I drew back from kissing your lips
Although my hands stayed on your hips
The moon now shone like many candles
As your toes wriggled in your sandals
And your eyes still sparkled with delight
How I hated leaving you each night
The clouds scudded across the sky
As the time to leave now grew nigh
Back to work in kitchen scrubbing dishes
Preparing broccoli, gutting fishes
Always cleaning dirty pots with dents
For wigged boss who just has no sense
What bliss, what rapture in your arms
I relapse by dreaming of your charms
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Laurel was her name
Lived in the tumbledown house
Down by the river
Don't know why I smiled
That day in the marketplace
Her deep dark eyes spoke
Of a loneliness
A pause before she smiled back
And that was the start
We talked for a while
Then argued about a date
But was invited home
Her son lived with her
Saw his father at weekends
That's when she saw me
She was generous
But as poor as church mouse
I made her happy
And then she told me
They fought over custody
As I kissed her neck
Away interstate
I didn't see her for weeks
Then found she had gone
Her house deserted
The walls creaked but made no sense
But had a sad look
I sat out the back
The river told me nothing
But it never does
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