One day love will stumble out,
from the corner where you left it,
and you won’t want to send her back.
But I think that I will be gone by then.
© ceenoa
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One day love will stumble out,
from the corner where you left it,
and you won’t want to send her back.
But I think that I will be gone by then.
© ceenoa
Oh pathos! Sigh.
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Teenage writing was
full of it.
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Oh that’s so sad, Claudette. 😂
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It was at the time Hugh.
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I’m sure it was. We’ve all been there haven’t we?
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Unfortunately yes, but it seems that most of us manage to survive, so that is a positive. 🙂
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I want to scream noooooo it wont be too late… I love how your poems move me more with less words Claudette.
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Thanks Karen, so are you telling me to shutup. 🙂
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oh NO!!!!!! You can go as long as you like, but you are the only person I know that can say so much in so few words, there that probably sounds better lol 🙂
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It sounded fine the first time, just having a tease 🙂 Thanks for your lovely support Karen, always nice to hear nice things.
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