From: rachbl71@gmail.com   
      
   On Monday, December 25, 2023 at 6:43:35 AM UTC-8, roach wrote:   
   > Who is Bob Dylan’s Wife? / (formerly titled Waitress)    
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   > And so I sit and wait    
   > Not a glamorous life by far    
   > Not some famous model    
   > Not a movie star    
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   > The house is quiet    
   > Save for some air    
   > Cooling the room down    
   > Breathing soft and fair    
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   > All alone in her nest    
   > Not a soul in her midst    
   > Will he remember her    
   > Is he bringing a kiss    
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   > Twenty long years    
   > She waits on and on with hope    
   > May as well be in a prison    
   > Eyes on a rope    
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   > Clowns make their jokes    
   > The writers share poems    
   > Another face in the window    
   > Just a woman in a home    
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   > Why bother to stay    
   > Why bother hanging on    
   > Round and round goes the tour    
   > A dream all but gone    
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   > How many more years    
   > Will she wait for her man    
   > Everything seems pointless    
   > This game in the sand    
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   > The beaches are filled    
   > With bodies and dreams    
   > Is anything even    
   > At all what is seems?    
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   > A long drawn out sigh    
   > It almost doesn’t matter    
   > The passion dies out    
   > The years make it sadder    
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   > So onward and upward    
   > Go along with your game    
   > Nothing has changed    
   > It’s all still the same    
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   > Only a girl in her crib    
   > Just a-waitin’ for you    
   > Waiting to live    
   > To start life anew    
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   > If this ain’t enough    
   > If I’m not what you desire    
   > You should never have started    
   > To kindle the fire    
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   > 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    
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   > I can’t wait no more    
   > I’m giving up hope    
   > What a fool to believe in you    
   > The world’s biggest dope    
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   > So I’m here if you ever    
   > Can manage to wake up    
   > We can start over refreshed    
   > From Heaven’s drinking cup    
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   > 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    
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   > Rachel    
   > 7.31.17   
      
   a glaring editing error   
      
   May as well be in prison, not A prison....   
      
   but now on a mini-vacay in rehab! (snf for a bad accident, can't even get out   
   of bed for any reason....think about it....)   
      
   --- SoupGate-Win32 v1.05   
    * Origin: you cannot sedate... all the things you hate (1:229/2)