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	If its and ands were pots and pans there's be no need for tinkers. If I was moody enough, I would probably change my mind. But if I were clear-sighted enough, I would surely be more and more careful and I would be loath to achieve some dreams of mine. If all else fail, I can indulge myself in so many other ways ! Had existed the old parchment, I should have known the right way. Nowadays scheduling became such a hard thing to do ! The desk diary is waiting for words ... Should a glimmer appear, I will recognize it at once. If it hadn't sunk into oblivion, nothing loath I would make it shine. If I were spoilt for choice, surely I would select the best hymn at the top of the resonance curve. Unfortunately, it's against all the odds. The doves don't sing anymore, and people chant queer words, graven on their memory, to curse their luck. But what songbird still knows the song of victory ? If people would have strained enough at losing the ancient memory, so many things would be more appropriate - beyond compare. But if it still lingers in my mind, what does it mean ? If self-deception wouldn't have make the gaggle be lost inside the dim forest ... If the implied words hadn't soared far above the earth ... If the laughters were always balm to the soul instead of sarcasm ... If musings would still leads to a land of opportunity ... If the bread-and-butter issues were the right ones indeed .... If the graveyards would divulge their cryptic signs ... And if music would always  be the medium of grace all over the world ... If it were so, I wouldn't cease banging the drum ....
			01/08/11 Isabelle Coquinot