Borders
Borders of Can't.
[you're right-]
Message 8564986
Borders of self
[Autopsycholography-]
Message 8083540
Autopsycholography
Pessoa
The poet is a faker. He
Fakes it so completely,
He even fakes he's suffering
The pain he's really feeling.
And they who read his writing
Fully feel while reading
Not that pain of his that's double,
But theirs, completely fictional.
So on its tracks goes round and round,
To entertain the reason,
That wound-up little train
We call the heart of man.
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hell,who cares how ya feel,lets dance
Maestro ......little fiddlin music:
Borderline Two-Step
Step forward,cross the imaginary line
Whirl,.....when ya gonna learn
Dip,..try to go back
Step back,..nothing to it
Two stepping.. in your own mind
Now
step up,cross the imaginary line
Whorl,.....this times for real
Dip, ..what- somethings changed
Side step ..and its no return
Too bad cant go back.. this time
c.
denton,texas
is this here what they call a line dance?
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