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I WILL NOT CRY OVER SPILLED SILK ‘twas perfectly fair what the fair had to say And so I grieve not her making her away Look………she tried She gave it a heartfelt try I couldn’t ask for much more than that Yes, I can be verbose so I don’t at all blame her Because that would be an utter shame for her She’s too mercurial a soul to put up with too much for too long And the lady wasn’t wrong I’m like a curse That only gets worse It festers, it bleeds, it oozes tar and flat champagne And if I haven’t, as yet, made myself plain The lady gave it her all But sooner or later some statues must fall So before erosion effects the figurine of a lady whose words touch me so Even I know the lady must go , © 2011.…..Phreepoetry ~free cee!~ She once posted a poem, I don’t recall if it was the title or the title and the contents but I wanted so to believe as she composed it she was thinking of me. Imagine, a satirical poet’s genius and most obscure thoughts and soul writing any kind of poem with me in mind. Now that’s a gift that keeps on giving and I thank her for that and a whole lot more GOD’S SPEED MY FRIEND ~f!~