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Retrospection

Day after day, love turns gray, Like the skin of a dying man... And night after night, we pretend it's all right... But I have grown older, and you have grown colder, And nothing is very much fun any more. And I can feel one of my turns coming on... I feel cold as a razor blade, Tight as a tourniquet, Dry as a funeral drum. (Thanks Roger....how could I ever have said it without you?)

23 October 2013, 02:46 PM
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Speak softly, and carry a big stick.

What makes Teddy boy's favourite foreign policy anthem so dear to a comparitively 'quiet un' like me, is the fact that when one is surrounded by loudmouths who literally take the words out of your mouth by uttering them first, this is the best weapon to yield. Silence - till it's time to unveil the hoardings on the rooftops - which will scream louder than any word ever can...

23 October 2013, 11:18 AM
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