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The Butt of the Joke

Dark is the soul of a man who was crazy to let a pure love pass on by, his fear of commitment, his immature ways brought regret, and a tear to his eye. She was the perfect one, destined to flavour his days with a grace rarely seen, they were as soul mates with nothing but sunshine to savour, and dreams to convene. A lifetime of fantasies, nothing was real for this man disinclined to know love, he postured and played, he pretended, he posed, he was scared of this gift from above. The lesson he thought he had mastered so well came to nothing, it went up in smoke, he courted her, loved it when he made her laugh, yet this man was the butt of the joke. Now he's lonely again and he thinks he'll be fine, but he's stuck with the same old despair, will he ever be worthy of this woman's love, will he find the prescription to care? He still remembers her beautiful voice and the way she made light of his woes, he hopes she'll forgive him, tell him he's a fool, another chance? only she knows.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2016




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Date: 2/12/2016 8:48:00 AM
If only the cure for this sort of illness came in prescription form, but then maybe this foolish one would not remember the dosage. I know a guy like that. I really liked this one, Keith.
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Keith Bickerstaffe
Date: 2/12/2016 9:06:00 AM
Thanks Lin. Maybe I should re-title it, huh? Thanks for your cool remarks! Best wishes, Keith

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