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Old Song
by C. J. Stevens
Wednesday, September 08, 2004
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Nobody knows
just how it goes.
That's the trouble
with an old song.
I hear myself
singing it through,
but the words are
wrong. Nobody
will ever know
the way it was.
And all the songs
are like the words
that fell away -
away from me.
it hurts me now:
just knowing I've
got an old song
buried in me.
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| Reviewed by Regis Schilken |
3/7/2011 |
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Very interesting words. It is often that I try to recall old songs. Sometimes I can remember the melody, but not the words.
rege |
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| Reviewed by Nagamuthu Osho |
11/3/2006 |
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Respected Poet,
An wonder of words.
So soft to read your words...
I love to read your poems, again and again...
God Bless you,
Thanking you,
Yours truly,
N.K.OSHO |
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| Reviewed by Leslie Bond |
1/18/2005 |
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| I know the feeling! Good one |
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