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Author: Dale Houstman
Date: Feb 13, 2008 05:04

> Strangers Again
>
> Tonight, she lies there sleeping
> Longing for something new
> Hoping that it will keep her around
> The feelings are gone,
> But the desire is in tact
> As we are strangers again
>
> I walk the streets without you
> Seeing your eyes in every woman I meet
> My heart cries for the love
> My eyes sting from the salty brine
> As the desire drives me back
> To us we are strangers again
>
> A spark has opened the fires
> The touch is warm and pleasant
> The heart skips a beat
> Our eyes no longer burn ...
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  Re: A new one         


Author: Dale Houstman
Date: Feb 10, 2008 02:35

Spyder wrote:
> Haven't posted in awhile, so I add this new one from my archives
>
> Strangers Again
>
> Tonight, she lies there sleeping
> Longing for something new
> Hoping that it will keep her around
> The feelings are gone,
> But the desire is in tact
> As we are strangers again

"in tact" is broken here: it is one word...

Your switch from third to second person in the 2nd "stanza" (if that's
what you call these blocks of flaccid junior high school prose) is a
rather sloppy affair...
>
> I walk the streets without you
> Seeing your eyes in every woman I meet
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  A new one         


Author: Spyder
Date: Feb 9, 2008 21:23

Haven't posted in awhile, so I add this new one from my archives

Strangers Again

Tonight, she lies there sleeping
Longing for something new
Hoping that it will keep her around
The feelings are gone,
But the desire is in tact
As we are strangers again

I walk the streets without you
Seeing your eyes in every woman I meet
My heart cries for the love
My eyes sting from the salty brine
As the desire drives me back
To us we are strangers again
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