The Never-Known
Lamplight glistens on amber rain
While walking at midnight to the train
Looks like you're in love with me
When you stare into what they don't see
How is it you can glance this way
And pick-up all the thoughts I lay
All the content far too deep
To speak aloud and the meaning keep
On cobblestone in step with you
We're careful not to walk right through
Or knock upon our hearts' blockade
Though these are the tracks that we have laid
For there are bridges that we have crossed
And many alliances I have lost
While there's just one that shall remain
Under lamplight in the rain
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Something that I've been having fun with is this little site from AT&T. Select any language and any voice you want...enter whatever you'd like -I entered parts of the poem and had it read by an the UK English voice. Also try your name and see what comes up. The French guy speaks to me so sweetly (ha ha)!
Here's an interesting article Patty sent to me about a Witness in the UK who was saved from the first blast in the subways of London. It's interesting how many stories there are out there that have similar concepts. For instance, during the 9/11 attacks here in NYC, my sister was late to work (she works just a block or two away from the WTC). A brother in my hall had an electricians job at the top of one of the towers but he too was running late and that ended up saving him. Though not all the equipment he had on the job site.
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