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Smitten (A Sonnet)
He was smitten with love for her;
by that arrow deep and sure.
A gooey warmth between them;
filling the heart all within.
But, love's shaft festered, stinking foul;
to gangrenous, aching howl.
Through steamy glass his love moaned;
as he stood outside alone.
Those barbs cannot be reversed;
holding fast in a soul feeling cursed.
Longing for the lost one gone,
to the breast of a differ...
Saturday 21st January 2023 2:49 pm
Good Boy
We murdered our dog today.
Or at least that’s how it feels.
We say it’s for the best.
We say he’s suffering.
But, it feels like a pointless death.
He ran into the vets office.
A Good Boy with cancer.
He tripped twice, bumping a wall,
and peed for the last time.
What did he think as he went inside?
Did he trust us to heal him?
Every day is a new day to a dog,
even when they su...
Monday 15th November 2021 3:51 pm
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