Graserutledge
There was once a dream and in it;
Dale was a bow tie, Marc was a collar tie
whom which once they danced…
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never stopped.
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I’d often suspect that that brand of happiness
wanders dimensions like rock stars,
catch and no release.
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You know, Kisses with trackbacks
insanely twirling like kaleidoscopic
butterflies under navy blue skies.
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And those two dress ties would play joyful games of tennis,
cook immaculate dishes
and still make time to shop at CB2.
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You see, if you’ve ever seen them together:
there’s their smiles and then there’s the glow in their smiles-
I could magnify it twice and it wouldn’t show it’s true size.
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Today I stand here,
happy to say that they’ve finally found their why’s
and such calls the birds to chirp worse with jealousy.
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Yes, today they are bound
sewn like stone licorice
in a love that walks through concrete
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floats in faint whispers…
in mornings that will continue
to redefine decades.
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It will carry written fairy tales in the orchards that shall now
grow from the candlelight in their hearts;
in their home.
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You see if you’ve ever seen them together:
you know that something special hit capacity
and is cascading watercolors
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to be ever and always…
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Dale as a bowtie, Marc as a collar tie
longer than you both shall live and then,
back around again.
