The Finest Time Of Your Life Poem by Robin Stevens
The Finest Time Of Your Life
I'm left alone
So whatever you told me I can only guess....
Was it dancing at the Dujon
Was it finally finding your brother here on earth
Was it being with a man who knew the edges of space
Or was it acting with Olivier?
Was that the finest time of your life...
...or was it me?
Friday, February 17, 2012
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