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Halfway Travel with a calendar date— Confusion with its intent— Not so insidious a question, My relationship with the day, But somehow tongue-tied I had stayed While others sang and praised For a birth that gave them bread. When years later I met my love, It’s been a fad sometimes to celebrate. I was driven by passion eloquent, Befriended Christmas, and liberated The virginity of my unspoken gratitude For being loved, alive and well. Eventually I meet others halfway, In my travel with a calendar date, For over two decades, whatever its name. Every year telepathically, In spite of our beliefs, I furnish the house with occasions Pertinent for embraces. We’d meet halfway, Others well familiarized, Me with a red heart placed on top of a green tree, Eager, impatient to speak. -- ※ 發信站: 批踢踢實業坊(ptt.cc) ◆ From: 1.163.132.181
hahastarr:And the green tree might fall...just kiddin' lol 12/24 09:12
hahastarr:好像有typo喔! 12/24 09:12
mrshoward:因為Heart太重,重心不穩!哈哈哈! 12/24 10:20
mrshoward:找不到typo @~@大概眼睛太疲倦了,可以指引我一下嗎? 12/24 10:22
spacedunce5:beliefs 12/24 18:41
mrshoward:甘溫! 12/24 19:15
※ 編輯: mrshoward 來自: 1.163.132.181 (12/24 19:15)