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Little Fiddle


We may be second rate

(to him)

he's such a big timer

but it took me a lifetime to get here.

Then he calls us probably a mistake

it was my heart

he played catch with.

 

I should break off for that

so he can choose me

Monday he suddenly found

 my love and faith are bound

(he said)

but me break up? nooo!

he apologized, so

I just got drunk

 Friday night

drove myself home

(my voice had died)

watermelon watermelon

 pineapple pineapple

(but not my feet, so I laughed)
 a jig's not a reel

he don't get it, fuggeit

my true love always will

(once)

when he feels me broken

(he called me a well-trained horse)

in the Great Unspoken

(but he explained it eight months later).

 


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Thanks mates, for your emails at Ticiablog. Doing okay, still muscle spasm. Don't think my shoulders are big enough to handle much more -- there's cold and tight where warm and trusting used to be. Keep you posted.

Be well,
Tish

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