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Jagged Tongues "An old cheerleader with crows feet?" Fools say! Imagining you could buy yesterday on the mark down table of today. Ridiculing as if a tub of spackled cream Cases of mystery colors youth across decades of dancing underneath torn umbrellas Simply insane you silly fella, Better to know there are tracks of the past which will never be forgotten, Then hear a few small words intent on being rotten. |
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NOTE: Recently attended my 35th H.S. reunion, and before I even got out of my front door, and ex, had the nerve to stop by, unannounced to say this. I went and had a blast.
This Poem was Critiqued By: James C. Horak On Date: 2009-12-03 14:30:25
Critiquer Rating During Critique: 9.80000
Uh, oh, bet he's never lived both long and well with the fair sex. Quite a come-back. Wish
you had the karmic coupling to hobble him with it in chains. "Imagining you could buy yesterday
on the mark down table of today." is sterling.
Those things delicate to women are to be honored by men...and are by real men. They make you
even more attractive.
But that's the problem, instead of appreciating the differences, both genders now are competing
head-on. Doesn't work, won't ever work and it's been old for 20 years now.
Even put the head-job on our ladies they needed to volunteer for combat. I don't even like to
see women using power equipment. Facial scars are disfiguring to women but to men they merely
add flavor. Aren't the ladies of today thinking about things like that?
JCH