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Jun 2010
i looked with
quizzical disdain
it was plain
i was not amused
as i perused
and openly confused,
i was
about to say...

she said "chill"

she stood with
stern command
glass from sand
she would not budge
(not even for fudge)
but not to judge,
she was
about to ...say...

i said "chill"

we held on
to the night
fear the light
blind to the unknown
where the winds blown
what's to be shown?
we were
about to say...

"chill"
06:12 PM 9/27/09

for peggy dale
Vince Paige
Written by
Vince Paige  50/M/Portage, MI
(50/M/Portage, MI)   
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