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All he does is write letters, and I am tired of not sleeping in this big bed,
Desert nothings could'nt fix me now. I walk these streets alone,
I have nothing but a lock of grey hair in my hand.
Hey gypsy man can you hear me now?
Sing me a dark romance as we march to your drum.
The stars have not fallen for days, the sky is clear though...are you?

Sincerley, Jane

I love it, Jane ! Especially the lock of grey hair . Great perspective turnabout, Lita ~ Welcome to the Forum. Has it really taken this many years for Jane to write her own ? If so, it's about time. I've also always pictured her in an empty bed, wishing he'd join her, the bed made big by his absence.

~ Lizzytysh

Very clever. I love the attitude, it is "sincere" to the original piece. Thanks for sharing. Laurie

You're right, Laurie. It is that....sincere to the original piece.