I don't believe I've ever inspired poetry before. Sniff . . . it's just so darn sweet.
I have debated if I should update the post about my past love life . . . perhaps shed some light on the more normal humans who have caught my eye . . . but then, I thought, why name the innocent?
I'm still torn . . . sweet poetry . . . but still . . . why tarnish the reputations of perfectly nice, non-cross dressing folks?
Why don't I leave it at . . . even after all these years, the old woman still distinctly remembers "Library Ghost" and the epic pining so many years ago.
For the record, Library Ghost and I are still friends . . . exchange Christmas cards and everything. L'Amour L'Amour
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Aww! That's sweet! No one has written poetry for me before. Well, except maybe some really trashy lyrics from an ex who was in a metal band......
Just popping in from The Chick's site.
Have a great day!
Library Ghost? Hmmmm. Means something totally different to me....
Were that I had written the poetry myself. The words are originally from William Butler Yeats--a pretty good companion. I haven't written poetry in a long time. Perhaps I should try my hand at it again.
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