The little man inside my ear
Just whispered ‘Where is Dominique?’
‘Don’t know. Perhaps she’s up the creek.’
‘Without a paddle?’ asked my friend.
‘Maybe,’ I said. ‘Or round the bend.’
Such a lyrical name, lady, and so easy to rhyme.
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I ought to disappear more often if i'll be cossetted with cutesy verses like this. What's become of the whole sudden romance thingy you mentioned, Jeff?
I got sensible, Dominique. It's a failing of mine. Boundaries, and all that. So glad you're back.
So if you'd banished all caution and this admirable sensibleness, what might have been the consequences?
In this particular case, almost certainly increasing frustration at best, and probably worse to come. In more realistic circumstances, a succession of highs and lows, with the roller coaster eventually running out of steam back at ground level. Probably.
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