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Comfort

COMFORT in those painful days, years past a male’s vanity, comes a change of ways – the youthful waistline expanded, heaving chest dumped, all shape in decline – he opts for comfort no matter an extra X give him belt-less sport, the college letter on sweatshirt, head and jacket the paunch unfettered shirt, pants, wrinkle free his shoes longer and wider comfort, don’t you see well, he’s right in line with today’s runaway youth and looking quite fine his wife, however, scanning the wreck with cold eyes has cried, “forever! till death us do part! the sight of you is lethal and that’s a good start!”

Copyright © | Year Posted 2013




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Date: 5/13/2013 8:19:00 AM
Holy Mackerel Dave. This is priceless. That last stanza is fine wrapping up. love, Kathy
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Date: 5/13/2013 12:06:00 AM
Ohh..yes Daver..Woman power..!!! and yet in truth its so Don Qixote like...hrrumph.. "the poem i mean' L O L.. Take care Joe..)
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Date: 5/12/2013 6:17:00 AM
Am chuckling, Daver! Good one! Jimbo
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Date: 5/11/2013 4:31:00 PM
Daver, stopping by to wish you a happy mother's day tomorrow... many hugs from this Texas Gal.. PD
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Date: 5/11/2013 12:41:00 AM
by the way, thanks for taking the time to catch up with my poetry!!
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Date: 5/11/2013 12:40:00 AM
hahaha, you ended this splendidly. Oh, Daver. What will become of us all in the end??? Love this.
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