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|    25 Dec 23 06:43:33    |
      From: goldarachel@gmail.com              Who is Bob Dylan’s Wife? / (formerly titled Waitress)                     And so I sit and wait       Not a glamorous life by far       Not some famous model       Not a movie star              The house is quiet        Save for some air       Cooling the room down       Breathing soft and fair              All alone in her nest       Not a soul in her midst       Will he remember her       Is he bringing a kiss              Twenty long years       She waits on and on with hope       May as well be in a prison       Eyes on a rope              Clowns make their jokes       The writers share poems       Another face in the window       Just a woman in a home              Why bother to stay       Why bother hanging on       Round and round goes the tour       A dream all but gone              How many more years       Will she wait for her man       Everything seems pointless       This game in the sand              The beaches are filled       With bodies and dreams       Is anything even       At all what is seems?              A long drawn out sigh       It almost doesn’t matter       The passion dies out       The years make it sadder              So onward and upward       Go along with your game       Nothing has changed       It’s all still the same              Only a girl in her crib       Just a-waitin’ for you       Waiting to live       To start life anew              If this ain’t enough       If I’m not what you desire       You should never have started       To kindle the fire              I’m tired and I’m worn       I’m beat and I’m through       Please just come back       I’ve tried till I’m blue              I can’t wait no more       I’m giving up hope       What a fool to believe in you       The world’s biggest dope              So I’m here if you ever       Can manage to wake up       We can start over refreshed       From Heaven’s drinking cup              The close of this rhyme       Is begging for me to send       I just miss my best friend       I’m stuck with him ‘till the end                     Rachel       7.31.17              --- SoupGate-Win32 v1.05        * Origin: you cannot sedate... all the things you hate (1:229/2)    |
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