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If you could read my mind, love. Prince of Warts.

If you could read my mind, love ...

Lightfoot in later years: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ta0a3DFUU0Y&feature=related
Lightfoot in 1979: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=r2DjqB0SO9M&feature=related

The old Gordon Lightfoot song seemed appropriate today. March 2nd is fraught with memories for me: good, bad, both. At least I got to speak to a friend this morning. Don't ya love it when busy folks pick up the phone? We kept it short ... as always.

Prince of warts

You were covered with warts.
You! The-Prince-of-Nothing,
yet more powerful than them all.
You with a harem of willingness.
Me? I was in your thrall. You knew it
and allowed me to make you beg.
I'd count each wart twice
before I let you have your way.
It was the only way
that I'd allow, and yet somehow
it satisfied us both: aching
breastbones, bacon, balls.
But hogs grow plump and stout
and lose their princely snort.
When they carved your butt in stone,
I made sure they showed each wart.

© 2009 Kåre Enga [165.457] 2009-02-28

Usually I write in a memo pad but this I wrote on computer. Warts were on my mind! And how one loves regardless.

Blah-blah-blah:

I screwed up on the time yesterday, so I missed a reading by U.M. writers. And I was chatting with Lavinia as the bakery closed, so no bread. But I remembered to buy olive oil. And I took a bubblebath with my shirts! Nothing quite like warm fragrant patchouli to cheer one up.

QUOTE FOR THE DAY:

O Son of Utterance!

Thou art My stronghold; enter therein that thou mayest abide in safety. My love is in thee, know it, that thou mayest find Me near unto thee.

~ Hidden Words of Bahá'u'lláh (Arabic #10)

Montana: 35º at 10:00

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