Lest I can tell
It twer November
Bouts
When she came to me
Twer November bouts
When she left
No sense with it
Just up an gone
No reason for it
Lest I can tell
Like one of those
Sitcoms the Johnsons
Rave on about
Twer November then
Tiz October now
Was a long time back
Wander
10/5/14
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7 comments:
Skillful bouts. Very well done.
"Just up and gone' - how many times have we heard that one from people left behind who don't have a clue. Nice work.
I can hear this one set to music...
Oh yes, those times a long way back...they can be so real! A smoothly written poem.
" you picked a fine time to leave me, Lucille !"
I like it. Short lines and verbiage seem to fit the photo.
Nicely done. The cadence a stop and stutter without ever referring to the barbs.
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