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Echoes Seldom Lie These Days

                                                                        Hey, whoever would have
                                                                                    guessed ..
                                                                         When I first slipped off
                                                                                   your dress ..
                                                                          That we would still be
                                                                                 here together,
                                                                       even after all these years ..

                                                                       And whoever might have
                                                                                     thought
                                                                     we would have, as much as
                                                                                 we now have
                                                                  to play with, at the sharp end
                                                                          of a very long day ..

                                                                   They all told us not to bother
                                                                                and to mostly
                                                                   disbelieve each other, since
                                                                          quite simply there
                                                                   could not be a middle way ..

                                                                  So the moral of this story is,
                                                                                don’t believe
                                                                  in anything at all, since there
                                                                                 are so few,
                                                                  universal truths, these days ..

                                                                   Although, there may be one
                                                                             or two exceptions
                                                                 for example, echoes seldom lie
                                                                           and robins eggs are
                                                             almost always, some shade of blue ..

 

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Being Me

Echoes say the same thing ... over and over. They never change their tune ... just sound fainter til they're gone. That's what we all find obvious. BUT ... whenever a lie is told, the truth is their behind it as a tiny echo of what actually is. So, so tiny are these special little echoes that they can easily go unnoticed. The most important things in life are often the hardest to spot. Love is the weirdest emotion, isn't it? It follows no rule except to expect the unexpected (which is unnerving at the best of times). The words, "Dont believe in anything at all," I find a bit harsh, though, because i do think we should believe in ourselves... or should we?   Superb writing. 

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Neville

I like the way you tend to think
I like the way you see the world
and I would almost surely
like the way you feel but hey BN
that's a whole new story ...... N x

 

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Neville

Thank you Linda, that'll do nicely Cheers :) 

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