can love nestle in those eyes

a jack-pot after barren years

or is she too good to be true

the focus of my usual fears?

steeping-stones above water

bulb straining at level loam

sun-rise parting mountains

iron boss on shield of Rome

a look is better than nothing

potent a moment's glance

river hot with fragile elvers

cold steel of knightly lance

turq...

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HEY ALANIS

Sing me a song of life and times together,

do me a guitar ballad of mesmerising heart strings

being pulled ever so delicately.

My end game here in this town of a quarter of a million,

to a city 28 times bigger. Got me a girl and a job

and a future down there, what my own home town failed

to give me, of how it failed me ever so bad.

Not due to my efforts...

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