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T Sub Whiskey Tango Foxtrot

The fated time has now arrived My thin illusion cracks and dies Confused, your eyebrows take a dive Though shattered mask did never lie Thick volumes of the things I missed To flowing dancers, such a gaffe The choreographer is pissed With knowing looks, the dancers laugh Why yes, I heard the thumping drum It's not as if my ears don't work Feel free to color me as dumb There’s no point to explain my quirks Invariant is this same dance In social realm, it’s just my luck The only thing that’s left to chance, How long ‘til you say “What the heck?” 9/10/16 © Thomas W. Quigley

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Elissa Quigley

Date: 9/16/2016 11:09:00 AM

This poem sums up my life. An amazing write.

Tom Quigley
Date: 9/16/2016 11:46:00 AM

My sincerest apologies, sweetie!

Daniel Turner

Date: 9/13/2016 12:38:00 PM

Don't know how I missed this one Tom. I used to be pretty social but now I cringe at the thought of crowds. I prefer my own company. Really a fun read Tom:)

Tom Quigley
Date: 9/14/2016 1:53:00 AM

Thanks, Daniel! Yes, this is an honest write in that regard...

Andrea Dietrich

Date: 9/11/2016 9:13:00 PM

this is cute, Tom. I enjoyed the read.

Tom Quigley
Date: 9/12/2016 8:56:00 PM

Thanks, Andrea

Eileen Manassian

Date: 9/11/2016 4:22:00 AM

That last stanza shows how we all wonder at times what is really going on in a social gathering where we are all trying to do and say the right thing. The social dance. Great poem

Tom Quigley
Date: 9/11/2016 5:50:00 PM

Thanks, Eileen! Yeah, not my strong suit...good fodder for writing, though.