I look across the table and think(fiery with love)Ask me, go on, ask meto do something impossible,something freakishly useless,something unimaginable and inimitable Like making a finger break into blossomor walking for half an hour in twenty minutesor remembering tomorrow. I will you to ask it.But all you say isWill you give me a cigarette?And I smile and,returning to the marvelous worldof possibilityI give you onewith a hand that trembleswith a human trembling. -- Norman MacCaigAugust 2006 September 2006 October 2006 March 2007 May 2007
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