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Written by: jeffry cohan

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!~