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"Too Late"
He's too late
He's too late
He'll NEVER
Arrive in time
Not anymore
The tides dry
There's no more
To delight him
To dance about --
In the garden
To take him --
Aloft as kites
In the winds
Wild glory
To swirl --
As love
As life
To bubble away --
Erupting as laughter
Or caress him --
As a coo
Wick as crickets
There's no more
Someone's missed
The last flight
To splendor.
By Lady Lost
Copyright © 2002
All rights reserved
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