Ode to Maldivian
October 19th 2007 04:43
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Spring Carnival
Ode to Maldivian
O blessed weather, showing
now in all your finery,
forgive my whine
of your absent sun
that forgot how to burn,
and I shall talk of the Carnivale.
The Caulfield Cup is upon
us on the morrow, be that enough
to blood your heart.
But, if I have failed to swell the sea
of your heart, hear this,
and fall to romance -
Maldivian.
Ah, such sweet sounds, and
such volatile sounds from the telling.
Truly, a great name.
And, if you choose by name -
he is the one. Choose by feat - he is the one or
choose by history -
he is the one.
I for one believe Maldivian
may yet prove he is
the master
and O'reilly the apprentice.
Theadora
O blessed weather, showing
now in all your finery,
forgive my whine
of your absent sun
that forgot how to burn,
and I shall talk of the Carnivale.
The Caulfield Cup is upon
us on the morrow, be that enough
to blood your heart.
But, if I have failed to swell the sea
of your heart, hear this,
and fall to romance -
Maldivian.
Ah, such sweet sounds, and
such volatile sounds from the telling.
Truly, a great name.
And, if you choose by name -
he is the one. Choose by feat - he is the one or
he is the one.
I for one believe Maldivian
may yet prove he is
the master
and O'reilly the apprentice.
Theadora
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