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Lost Dreams
Lost dreams
Out on Eastern
Avenue.

Your requests
Go unfulfilled
Like the longings
Of a silent film
ingenue.

Your heart skips
A beat, and your
Feet skip, and the
Needle skips
In the groove.

In the Louvre of love,
Your recommendations
Go unappreciated
A prophet without
Honor in an age
Of profit without
Humanity.

Give scandal, amaze
Your friends, first
On your block to
Be pardoned and
Recompensed
For outrages visited
Upon uncommon sense.

I waited for the verse
To stride in before the
Hearse arrived, it was
Afternoon, half-past June,
The planets were aligned.

And we started dreaming again.
---Jack Oakes 12/28/06



 

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