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The midi playing is: She's Out Of My Life

 
The Card
card graphic (2.98k)
          by DR Varg

A special card came in the mail
on one fine day, last Fall.
You sent it to me, following
the weekend of the Ball.

We see two lovers on this card;
their passion we can't miss.

the cover of the card (5.7Kbytes)
The caption states: pardon my French! ;
referring to their kiss.

The message you included
brings me sadness--yes it does.
Its meaning, no, I never learned.
In French, the message was!

I never asked you what it said.
'Twas rude, I can't ignore.
Your kind, creative gesture
should have been respected more.

So, recently I vowed I would,
no more procrastinate!
But when I learned what those words said
I wished I didn't wait.

I know a woman (where I work),
she's French, it's very clear.
Her accent, I identified when it,
I first did hear.

Did she read French? "Of course," said she,
"it's easy: Un, Deix, Trois !"
I showed the card to her and she
responded, "Oooo La La !"

I asked her what the message read;
what was it that you wrote?
She stood there smiling teasingly
and then she read your note.

I do not parlez vous francais,
so never, I confess,
did I know what your message asked.
But now I know--and--YES (2.2K)

But lo, I fear there may have been
an expiration date.
It's been a year; I re-a-lize
my answer has come late!

But though I didn't know your wish,
since I don't parlez vous,
I've known each night, my bed
is very empty without you.

Your offer was so sensuous,
yet was ignored by me.
I'm sorry Col. And when I write,
it's my apology.


Dave Varg


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