g of the waters:

he towers of San Francisco,
ty by the bay.
n tell you of brilliant times spent there,
nnderful tales of blue and gold,
nd i i would tell each of them to you
f only they wouldn't leave me

Don't despair, ny friend
Who shares with me this mountain,

r as I admire the view from this lofty peak,

ow that I may be old and I may be lonly, ag
ut my will is one which is not weak.

‘us now descend together,
e bace of the hill,
this prolonged introspection,
_ say I have had my fill.

e walk away from these rocks,
ss green fields and into the distance,
- only though that rings
hrough my mind

hat I cannot look at the deeds I've done

Without feeling the disturbing -
Desire to sigh and wince.

Alastair Wood

the dream of
the ordinary prince

It reminds me. I thin
Her laughter. Her enr
ple attractio

the ordinary princess,
while buttering

her toast,

dreamt the dream
of the ordinary prince,

and
who wasn't very ordinary
neither
is she,
~Karen Campbell

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ave on the beach of my

three brothers and sisters
ced victims

Tean see the towers of San Francisco,
The city by the bay.
Lean tell you of brilliant times spent there,
Wonderful tales of blue and gold,
And i would tell each of them to you
Tf only they wouldn't leave me
Feeling so old.

Don't despair, ny friend
Who shares with me this mountain,
}) For as I admire the view from this lofty peak,
Tknow that I may be old and I may be lonly,
But my will is one which is not weak

Let us now descend together,

To the bace of the hill,

. * For of this prolonged introspection,
“ E say [have had my fill.

‘As we walk away from these rocks,

oss green fields and into the distance,
|The only though that rings

‘Through my mind

© [ethat I cannot look at the deeds I've done

Without feeling the disturbing
Desire to sigh and wince.

Alastair Wood

the dream of

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Her laughter. Her enrapturing intensity. Intense. Alive, Everythin;
Everything about her. Lam incontrollably drawn. It is no longer a simple attractio
Or as simple as as attraction. Definitely an

infactuation. The verge of an obsession. The distinction is almost

the ordinary princess,
while buttering

her toast,
dreamt the dream. invisible. Almost irrelevant.
of the ordi ‘ince,
: Pyreenete She knows me. Knows who I am. Sees me. Thomas King. Corridor.

cP Automotive, Unaware of my existence. Unaware. My impression. am

Se a
: neither W ‘

} is she.
Karen Campbell