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Sufi Style<BR><BR>
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<a href='archives.php?PHPSESSID=5bbecc110a3ed17706cf7faf950e23d0'>archives</a><BR><b>On Paper</b>
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It was all to be so simple,
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at least, on paper that is.
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But then again, things are
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always much simpler on paper.
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The plan: to walk amongst bones,
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though only for the day, and then
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to high tail out in the usual fashion.
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But then again, that was on paper
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and, well, you know what they say
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about things on paper.
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In reality, however, there would be
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only one set of old, decaying bones
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encountered on this said evening,
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or perhaps a better word is: realized.
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For today, on the eve of the birth
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of the messiah--though not my messiah--
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all bones would remain strictly off-limits.
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Perhaps though the troubles commenced
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somewhat earlier than that,
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For tonight, on that same eve,
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forward motion would cease to exist.
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Surely any reasonable person
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might have guessed it prior, but
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high hopes keep the dream alive, and
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life in ignorance certainly can spell bliss--sometimes.</BODY>
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