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My Fault
What did friends offer?
Except only talking
I really allowys suffer
My heart is sadly shaking
There was time to judge
Who was a fake or pure
Until we reached the edge
No friendship for sure
Life is a lie, and fancy
Nobody in reality is trusty
Friendship has no policy
May be I'm, only, faulty
Friday 8th February 2019 3:54 pm
Tone Poem
Please note that this poem is pure fantasy!
Tone Poem
Oh, really, I find it so unutterably tedious
to be polite when faced with one so odious
as you. And yet, I must say
that you do, at times, take my breath away,
at least when I forget all your manifold flaws,
and the gold stashed beneath your creaky floorboards;
but I don't mean to be too unduly unkind,
...
Tuesday 7th November 2017 5:43 am
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