I wanted to Go there.
Day and night I begged,
Cajoled, and finagled,
Banged upon doors
That never opened.
Eventually I got there,
And I fell out anyway.
Immediately after that,
The road leading to it
Was washed away in a
Noah’s Ark~like flood.
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Sounds like it might be for the best, heartbreaking though it may be.
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I assume that too. If it’s that impossible to get, or to keep, let it go~
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Oh, I want to hear the hear the rest of this story!!
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Thank you. I may be able to write more. It happens to us all
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At least you managed to see what you’d been missing. If it was great, get a boat and sail back. If not, be on your way. Your story was just right to tell in 44 words.
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Thanks. Maybe it was great but still not ever available
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You’re welcome.
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