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IMPROVISATION 2002 Lucky for me She likes men with glasses My hands and smile, ‘individual’ Loves my name and endless hair Wants to know if I think she’s crazy Possibly yes If she likes the glasses She’s paranoid enough To ask testing questions And ‘as a listener’ She loves my ‘music’ So of course Now I am LOST (Both as mad as the other With a lifetime to improvise If we get what we want I am sure we will compromise) I journey far behind her eyes And despite my cautious fear Welcome her deep Within my heart For every doubt To disappear (All things start With inspiration Too fast to measure in time Improvisations to adapt Chaos to a cycle Of turning rhyme) /// For M, started in November 2002, still Unfinished. First‘ realistic‘ chance of marriage and now, as of October 2003, I am older but still stupid. I was very wrong. She was on the rebound and I was just a bounder, ha ha. The last verse was taken from a conversation with her when I was on a roll/role. I still sort of miss her, dammit.///
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