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So there. (sonnet #MMMMMMMVI) Yes, fire. We plunked down on the fur rug thence Afore her fireplace, and I in betrayl Neglected to erm, lose me on its hale And licking flames, e'en that romance' pretense Was blind to--wherefore? Sandwiched for intents Twixt two guy friends, I was too dull t'avail Me even there, yea lost myself in pale 'Scuse in auld lines to Nigel, like's good sense. Now Sunday watches diesel trucks roar fer Sweet hours through lonesome country roads 'neath blue Skies nary cloud is but a ghost in, poor As saying. I told a friend I'm as a melon you Cleaned out, sans Mum, and what as twere Is left? LORD, give me Thy fruit. And kids too? 11Mar18b
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Mar 17, 2018
Mar 17, 2018 at 8:39 PM UTC
You Can Chide Me But I AM Too Dead Tired
So there. (sonnet #MMMMMMMVI) Yes, fire. We plunked down on the fur rug thence Afore her fireplace, and I in betrayl Neglected to erm, lose me on its hale And licking flames, e'en that romance' pretense Was blind to--wherefore? Sandwiched for intents Twixt two guy friends, I was too dull t'avail Me even there, yea lost myself in pale 'Scuse in auld lines to Nigel, like's good sense. Now Sunday watches diesel trucks roar fer Sweet hours through lonesome country roads 'neath blue Skies nary cloud is but a ghost in, poor As saying. I told a friend I'm as a melon you Cleaned out, sans Mum, and what as twere Is left? LORD, give me Thy fruit. And kids too? 11Mar18b
bangs table like a kiddo: I want marriage and to have babies! funny how that hits a brick wall and I must look like some danged bulldog at this rate.
#sunday#tired#coffee#romance#party#saturdaynight#fire#diesel#trucks#country
JennyGordon
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JennyGordon
51/F/Bolingbrook, IL
Mar 17, 2018
Mar 17, 2018 at 8:39 PM UTC
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