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Feb 2015
Out of breath, I finished my explanation...
Her lips pursed in heavy disapproval,
as she clumsily clamored:
No way!
Yes. I said quietly.
But what about?
How could you?
Not really right?
My unwavering blank stare held the answer she didn’t want.
I saw the baffled stupid hate,
rising from the dead
in her cold fish eyes.

Ah, come on man...
Come on...
she mumbled come on over and over again,
like the invocation of a dark spell,
softer each time a silent prayer
It can’t be...
It can’t be...
It can't be...
but it was.
John ParkerHarry James
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John ParkerHarry James  Cincinnati
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