It was about the time our ran dry you said,
 You're a Great guy, You'll get over over me
in time I bet',

This isn't meant to be for us,
You can sense it too I trust;
And I didn't need to make a fuss,
Nothing further to discuss!

After every winter comes another
brand new spring,
no-one ever knows what new secret
she'll be  bring in,
flowers always grow for no small thing,
Though this year, it's pretty clear
There's a special gift she's carrying:
I sensed it as I passed the church from
the couple marrying:

Well it had been quite some time ago,
since I'd heard any word of Frank
and lovely Margo;
we all met by chance at a dance in France,
Bordeaux!'

then....

Out of the blue I picked up to hear..
Rick is it true ?,
is it over....are you through?!
Yes it's true !
Now can I come visit Frank and You?

Rick pack your bags book a flight,
for tommorow night;
Having you here with us would be
our delight!

There I was above the sea at 40,000 feet,
with time to kill I went to sleep;
I awoke to a voice so sweet,
she said her name was angelique;
It seems she's been sitting in the very seat
next to mine,
through out the entire flight's time;

Then I came to senses with my sight,
and from the fright I cried...
wait! I saw you getting married..
You're the bride!
I am sorry she sighed;
though I should say, for what it's worth,
I left Henry in the church that day,
He understood as I knew He would
it wouldn't have worked anyway!

I thought I loved him ,but don't you know,
I realized I didn't in speaking to...
oh!

Let's just say ,'thank God for
Frank and Margo!

where'd you say you were staying?

the end

copyright 2005 Rich Suarez ( criso)
 
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