From: rachbl71@gmail.com   
      
   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   
      
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    * Origin: you cannot sedate... all the things you hate (1:229/2)