Our Man in Europe/davedelacroix/ragazzimento No. 21: Scarborough Fair
In days of yore, so Scarborough fair, with a rustic mop of golden hair, and people remarked: "Oh, HE'S so square!"
I kissed your lips with pride.
On buses, trains, the children, the KIDS, used to sing, now more treasured than a diamond ring; we'll pine for ALL those long, lost things.. and all our yesterdays.
Now? I hear voices, echoes! Now, I FORGET choices! -all the days gone down.
"...Are you going to Scarborough fair? Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme?... Remember me to one who lives there; she once was a true love of mine...:"
c 2013/davedelacroix/lord borgo/piacenza/italia
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