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November 19, 2012

 

 

He’s the cherry on my cupcake,

the lemon in my tea.

If only he knew how well off he’d be,

if he bothered to notice me.

 

 

 

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The simplicity of the gesture,

so touching and out of the blue.

A feather came gently floating,

bringing a message from you to me.

 

 

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Once again she found herself sinking

into that self indulgent swamp.

Where her guilty pleasure of wanton desire,

recalled glorious nights of romp.

 

 

 

 

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Tis but a game and now

the match is spent.

The flame is but a flicker.

The loser pays the rent.

 

 

 

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Incidentally,

I forgot to mention

– All will be well.

Go with my blessing child.

Carry my love in your heart.

We’ve all been to hell,

but the nightmare is over.

I promise you that from now on

– All will be well.

 

 

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Like seashells on the beach,

people come in all shapes and sizes.

Each beautiful in different ways,

and full of hidden surprises.

 

 

 

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They were on a different level,

caught up in a faster zone.

She had a full life with her husband,

just at the time Mum were left alone.

 

They were actively upwardly mobile

in the fast-track business flow,

just when life came crashing

down around them, and hit home

with a thunderous blow.

 

Choosing between the two of them,

both needing her in equal measure,

spilt her heart down the middle,

often causing them both displeasure.

 

It was a no-win situation that comes

with the wretched number ‘three’.

Being impossible to divide into two,

Oh, what misery three can be!

 

 

 

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They lived in exile,

but took solace from

knowing their parameters,

and in many ways,

enjoyed a more settled,

fulfilling life.

 

 

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Their love sure stood the test of time,

their loyalty never wavered.

Though enduring many an off beat crotchet,

they had a love that never quavered.

 

 

 

 

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I passed your favourite tree today,

the one you always marvelled about.

You often wondered of its age,

and wisely knew it would see you out.

 

 

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