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The Best Days
larrylark

Finally you float,
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marvelling that this bliss
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is what the N.H.S. gives,
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without use of boats.
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Apparatus, inserted in your parts,
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takes heart, flapping while you glide,
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a skater on molten blades,
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cascading over icy wastes,
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weightless, basted in frosted jewels.
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Yes! Even an old fool is adorned,
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and feels born again.
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Stretch those arms you tetchy old sod,
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and give thanks to God as you flail,
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in your top hat and tails.
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Go on, admit it,
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you’re having a whale of a time,
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sailing past, lighter than Astaire
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with not one care left in the world,
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as you swirl towards
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the site of that distant ballroom
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below the glowing tower
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decked in bright light.
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Marvel at how easy its become.
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After all those years, you are in repose,
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while cruising, smooth and in the groove
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of where you want to be.
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I see you waving
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from the arm of that dapper coat
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and though I know its hopeless, you don’t.
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So let your shiny patent shoes, with their slick soles
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remind you that life is but a breeze,
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filled with peaches and Carnation Cream,
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and its all come to you plain and simple,
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while you wonder why you never found out,
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on what you thought were the best days of your life
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11 Jan 10


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