Friday, January 18, 2008

the grande

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Say what you will, he's a right romantic bastard.

the grande

it isn't what we asked for
it isn't what we planned
but somewhere, somehow on the way
we landed in the grande.

I'm not sure of the moment
where Cupid took his stand
but the arrows found these sparrows and
we landed in the grande.

I don't know all that is to come
or the measure of the sand
we have left to share, but foul or fair,
we landed in the grande.


William F. DeVault. all rights reserved.

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