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Flying through an empty space
Flying through an empty space,
(And no, I'm not a bird);
I came upon a secret place,
Of which you've never heard.
Where chefs prepare the finest food,
And drink it runs a-plenty;
Philosophers among the brood,
And poets, girls and gentry.
The nourishment I gained from all,
I never will forget;
To be invited to the ball,
My only hope is yet.
Humble happy
The ball you envisage is a ball which you may never be invited to.......... but we can hope.
With your ability and credentials it would not be an impossibility............ Maybe you'll be
the host. Who will be the guests "poets -who, girls- who, gentry-who ?? Your writing is good
With your confidence you photograph may be in news sooner than you can expect.............
©bishu
Well, you should come to the
Well, you should come to the ball...
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