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" rhapsody m i 0 IWW ¿Öl WA4H Behind you!! Look BEHIND YOU!!!! AAAHHH!!!!!! Ju ¿Ac misAy sAadöws truth lies AAcrc, waiAina I Mi Out of reach H rose W in ike sun h o ! ur. Crimson pera»] Hungered Thoughts Ikortas Irorta kell. An evergrowing concern of the stability of my mind dances on my AAou^AAs... I Aavc no partner. So beaufiful io fk» eye, She is driven by this hunger, There is a face she can't forget,’ A need to find some calming, y Some light for gray regret. V>C.O'. >13 Ìo fbe touch If A raws rtae closej ' n .abje Io resisi I ker j^, J SwsJaUsoft ' This sullen anger conquers, Her voice in furied times. Questions find no answers, To soothe her tightened mind. I LowI na Jia love. An outlandish coating of rnewrycy\a~zes my eyes... I am blind- y eyes skoy Mopeia I m pierced by a\ Fborn. Dripping featrs ! cry for Fk rom irl wirkin fk A pleacAinaAcarA yearns Will these colors lead tö healing? Or broken hearts repair? Or will she fall in with the shadows, Amongst loss and despair? 25 re 3 c C O) ® ® ® ® œ c -c àO 77 b- for warmAA Arum AAc freezer of the world- This rainbow trail I walk on, Is lined with hungered thought. I reach for racing colors, But it's loneliness I have caught. J am naked- A soul AwAs Aör «8 « Jessie Ring £ CO CO Œ > ® = 3 < «2 w U bonne. J IfVC alfine. You Ary to understand ¿ou try to core 15ut you cant Dream, Lover ' you won !\nd if you do} He comes £0 me in ike siill of nigki ¿ou will be awakened To dance across my dreams. to a nightmare that Like Learns of Ingkt cross fallen snow is unbearably painful. rom a silver moon. Wll.crv Aflrmc, . envision k: im, you may even Acci Aor me. His eyes lit e emerald pools« BuA AAcn youll turn Arms surround and kold me close . away, keari forever true. just os J Anew vou would And JU be left lips caress in promise ikai to ret He 11 come io me one day. O-loKC Ai Iasi no longer faniasy, Lui real Just as J Anew I would n every way. T kcvin Weaver £ MJ il & 8»- fl " M b < K Öl© 3 t Ul J =j S Q £ £!»a BOX OF THE RHAPSODORS Muey (sp?) dankes to the many special people in our various past and present lives. Marc Antony and Romeo, not to mention William Shakespeare (our father). Of course the boys/men of Chippendales, the Greek god in fond memory (the ex-love of my life), Barefoot Jaimie (for auld lang syne), Adrian/ Duncan, Antonio Banderas (my newest obsession), the unmentioned and unthought-of, the voices (they told me to do it), future aspects, my cats (as always), and Shea’s cat Shevy. The music (STOP!!!!! No wait, never mind, DON'T STOP!!!!!), Lora, Brendon, Chad (former co-Rhapsodor), the others I forgot, the people who invented the scanner, familial figures, and everybody else. Dang that’s a lot of people. ,DC * 1 • - nd» h . « ~ Cori Kargel und Shea MacLeod (P.S. Apologies are extended for the unforseen delay . . _.. , , in Rhapsodical publication. Happy B-Day, Brendon.) (Rhapsodor-in-Chief und Sub-Rhapsodor)
