From: rachbl71@gmail.com   
      
   On Monday, January 1, 2024 at 3:32:14 PM UTC-8, Rachel wrote:   
   > On Sunday, December 31, 2023 at 4:14:16 PM UTC-8, Rachel wrote:    
   > > On Monday, December 25, 2023 at 6:43:35 AM UTC-8, roach wrote:    
   > > > 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    
   > > 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....)   
   > it's just crazy how you can read something OVER and OVER.....and miss it.   
   (ha ha)   
   > The beaches are filled    
   > With bodies and dreams    
   > Is anything even    
   > At all what is seems?   
   > obviously, another typo.    
   >    
   > is = it   
      
   wow, i didn't see it, but actually, that was a rather curious creation of my   
   flittering fingers, no? is is, that is.   
      
   --- SoupGate-Win32 v1.05   
    * Origin: you cannot sedate... all the things you hate (1:229/2)