Freedom of the Press
If we were tomorrow’s headline
would we be missing lovers
reported as lost without a trace
or simply declared guilty
by the court of hearts and souls
traitors to the quest of love
have our stories to each other
simply become yesterday’s news
like day old doughnuts
cheaper by the dozen
there was a time my love
when we planned our very lives
on paper napkins
dreams were all that we could afford
the promise of fame and fortune mere gossip
every sunrise a fresh new edition
IRISH
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