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Click hereThose haughty words that I re-arranged well
I did so scheming that women might swoon,
Provided they saw my full head of hair,
The aquiline nose, and lift to my brow.
Hope against hope the truth can be told now:
I blew that smoke like an old man's stogie,
And as for all of my gallivanting
I have no favorite postcard memory.
But to my surprise I can finally hear
The pause as well as pitch from the sound,
The wind before whatever it rattles,
And silence from what I spewed or wrote down.
Thanks for your comments, Vrosej 10.
Indeed, I sowed a few wild oats then
But, alas, never had an aquiline nose.
Well written and amusing. This is a great classical style piece with a choice subject. There's a true sound to this; are you confessing? :) If I could have scored it, I'd have given it a five.