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So Now You'Re Mad

So, now you're mad. You asked my opinion and begged my ear and foolishly I spoke my mind but it wasn't what you wanted to hear and you reacted most unkind. You said a hurtful thing in painful sharp defense and then massaged it sorely with another leaving me to sulk and build my own created fence as my anger and frustration you would soon discover. I can play the blame card too, without thinking regretted words begin to leap spurt quick and sharp they spewed then in the verbal passing cut both hearts deep. So, now I'm mad. as well. Our friendship once survived the years but hateful words tear us apart and in our separate veil of tears we no longer share one heart. Like the bonds that once drew us together each word and look, took us farther out of view and all that now remains is the stormy weather and a fading friendship strained anew. It's become a war of words where nothing bends or blends and the spirit ill affords non-harmonic discords as long lasted friendship now comes to an end.

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Date: 7/28/2016 11:27:00 AM
Two things here, first I am reminded of something my mother would say to us as kids when we said we were mad and I'm still to this day unsure of its meaning. Which is " if your mad then scratch your donkey (ass) and be glad". Your guess is as good as mine for that meaning. The second, is in regards to when people ask for advice and not accepting once given. Now that one for me means they just wanted. me to agree with them. Well obviously Babbitt your words inspired this ramble!
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Steven Henderson
Date: 7/28/2016 11:28:00 AM
Well obviously Babbitt your words inspired this ramble! Thank you for sharing. Peace and many blessings to you.
Date: 7/27/2016 12:30:00 PM
I was told a saying by an old lady I looked after - three things never come back, the spoken word, the sped arrow and the neglected opportunity... think there are times we all wish we could turn the clock back and take back the words we said. Sad situation you write about DM - but that's life:-( hugs jan xx
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