Tuesday, September 19, 2006
Poetry parcel
Alone in her room,
What does a girlfriend do?
"who?"
say you.
"aye."
and you?
There's nothing much ado,
'cept to write a poem or two.
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A head-on encounter, a run-on hi
which trailed into an awkward sigh.
It takes a confrontation,
To make the realization:
That the growling dog,
Bit of more than it ought,
Barking hardly more than a snort.
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10:19 PM
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