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POEM#36 2002 I never shave on a Sunday There - that's the first line Only the rest of the verse to go And a poem is almost mine To Ariadne and Repunzel Cleopatra and Marion To ev'ry Eurydice looked back for I lost and carried on Thanks for a thread of happiness In the labyrinth of despair Thanks for helping me climb When you let down your hair But no matter how much I hunger For new love and always thirst The angel of Leonard appears again Cos Cohen he got there first.... ///Once more with feeling for Katka, after seeing unpuplished pages from LC on the Net. Also from several moments where I rejoyced at having written something great and then realised later that the Canadian Poet had beaten me to it, again. Pure doggerel of course, but it makes me smile./// |