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|    Will Dockery to All    |
|    Re: I Met A Girl / Will Dockery (1982)    |
|    26 Dec 25 18:12:02    |
      From: user3274@newsgrouper.org.invalid              mpsilvertone@yahoo-dot-com.no-spam.invalid (HarryLime) posted:       > Will Dockery wrote:       >> mpsilvertone@yahoo-dot-com.no-spam.invalid (HarryLime) posted:       > > Will Dockery wrote:       >       > > The poem was based on a dream, written in 1982.       > >       > > The "girl" in the poem was approximately my age, which was 24 st that time.       > >       > > The term "girl" is often used in poetry and songs.       > >       > > For example, songs by Billy Joel and The Beatles, to name two.       >       > > There is nothing in your poem that says the girl is 24.              Yes there is.              We knew each other in high school 5-7 years before that.              > Dockery: Wrong.       >       > Our high school days: 1975-76       >       > Time of the poem: May 1982.       >       > You don't grope a woman you just met at a party              We knew each other for years at that time, from high school.              Also, you forget that it was just a poem based on a dream, not real life.              [Original text restored.]              I Met A Girl              I met a girl       she came from California.       It was in a dream       we knew each other instantly.       She was a little freckled girl       from out of       my high school past.              And she looked up at me       and talked real spacey.       I've forgotten her name       though she told it to me twice.              We talked       a really detached situation.       She said years ago       I was so shy       she thought I was gay.       At this point I kissed her       and put my finger to her hole.              And she looked up at me       and talked real spacey.       I have forgotten her name       though she told it to me twice.              I don't know why it was       that I would think of her.       I made a couple of puns       about her name that made me blush.       But her softness in tone       made me feel all right.              All I want to do       is get in contact.              -Will Dockery (1982)              --       Poetry and songs of Will Dockery:       https://www.reverbnation.com/willdockery              --- SoupGate-Win32 v1.05        * Origin: you cannot sedate... all the things you hate (1:229/2)    |
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