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Feb 2019
[Thank You, O LORD, for Thy great mercies.]



(sonnet #MMMMMMMDCLXVIII)


Say we girls walked three miles from parking, whence
The brisk temps gave us rosy cheeks t'avail,
My former beau is quite the **** in pale
Excuse, but that's how some men are fr'intents,
Nor am I sorry we are histry, thence
Too happy with a Friday night's detail,
From jazz to poets struttin' stuff to scale:
Just dandy, with the note of gay pretense.
No modern slang, however.  Sought in tour
By some dude for mair shows on her debut,
O how my friend and I had quite as twere
A ball tonight!  More in the wings now too,
What could top that fine news?! No coffee, poor
As saying, cept weak joe, but e'en that will do.

25Jan19b
L's 3-4: when one lady is short of breath for walking, what's with being the **** and not offering to get her car for her?????  No, instead just be all cozy with her friend and then bewildered when the same friend won't kiss you. O, there's MORE to my assessment than just that incident; let that suffice, however.
Jenny Gordon
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Jenny Gordon  46/F/Elgin, IL
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