In the deep of night
When the stars shine bright
In the early morn
As dew drops glitter
On a busy afternoon
I hear your heart’s song
Long forgotten…half remembered
A melody that dances
A memory that bursts forth.
On a balmy evening
As the sun bids its adieu
And the birds sing a farewell
I remember you.
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There was only one way to solve the mystery. I had thought and eliminated every other way. But this was the fastest way to get to the bottom of who had perpetrated the crime.
And that way was to hold your standard corporate boardroom meeting.
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I saw mummy kissing Santa Claus. I did. Well, not Santa, but some fat bearded dude, who wasn’t my dad. I closed my eyes, thinking I was dreaming. When I reopened them, the man was still there and so was mummy and they were…doing…adult stuff which I was sure I wasn’t supposed to see so I turned around.
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My husband and I were an intellectual pair. We were together because we didn’t interfere with the other’s work and we had a handsome companion on our hand for social events people in our position were required to frequent.
The only thing I asked of him was fidelity and the only thing he asked of me was to maintain my good looks. He obliged me and I obliged him. It was the perfect marriage.
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“This is your fault!”
“What did I do?”
I rolled my eyes as she smiled apologetically.
Feeling sorry for me for the slump my writing was in, she had spoken the most intelligent words ever to have come out of her mouth, “Let’s do something adventurous. Even if it doesn’t work out, at least it’ll give you a story.”
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Long have you walked my friend
Without pause but much thought
When you were convinced inspiration was a place
That needed a special key, which you had misplaced
Long have you walked my friend
From spinning stories, to writing a thriller, to now mythology
Can you pause and rejoice
Of all that you have achieved?
