Friday, March 5, 2010

The Silent Fan

They swoon and eat your Creme B rule`
I am proud to have tasted a few crumbs
And better for it

While they enjoy an orchestra
I indulge the budding violinist
But I have heard your song

They heap you with accolades and adoration
I admire you from afar
And walk down the street

They are the adoring arms at your fire
The street is not so cold for me,
I was there a little while

Once upon a time
I was that sweater on your arm
But that was so last year

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Janet Martin

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