November 18, 2007
Poetry

Poetry

Yearned for her.

Got her.

Shit.

 

Bob Church copyright 2007

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LOL
Posted by IJK at 09:53 AM, November 18, 2007 | Link | |
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potluckpassion
You know what they say, Bob...be careful what you wish for. HA!
Posted by potluckpassion at 11:01 AM, November 18, 2007 | Link | |
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I think my sad little story could be put on a placque and placed over the doorway of every divorce lawyer's office. HA! I guess the postscript to it could be, 'What was I thinking?'

Edited by Bubba on November 18, 2007 at 08:21 PM
Posted by Bubba at 07:20 PM, November 18, 2007 | Link | |
Purely beautiful ...
Bob, you have captured a universe of meaning and soul-searching in your poem. A gifted wordsmith like you comes along as often as free whiskey cake.
Posted by Anonymous at 10:00 AM, December 18, 2007 | Link | |


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