It started as a fairy tale, told all in the 'verse;
Where dreams come true and words go free,
And two hearts beat in harmony,
With no need to rehearse.
Fairy tales have given way to cars and trees and things,
Like kids and chores and bills and stuff,
And clearly love is not enough,
And words begin to sting.
And just a little more each day, love gives way to fear,
As we begin to ask ourselves, what are we doing here?
On The Right Honourable Brian Mulroney: An Open Letter to Pierre Poilievre
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Dear Pierre,
Out of respect, I waited to write this until after the funeral of the late
Right Honourable Brian Mulroney.
Respect. It's something that...
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