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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Inflected Speech Inflected Speech She said “is this all that you are getting this morning” OH the connotations of that speech There is at least three interpretations of inflected speech in me. Eye was in the Market and the bread was spendy to me eye added peppers not so many seven in the bag to total out quite less the two dollars for the me. Was it not enough? was she the gruff store owner selling stuff or just concerned for the young man's anatomy the love inside the heart? Eye turned to stone and got rock hard and answered not. But wait it could even be just simple courtesy. She is not in love with me but she is a girl endowed and wondering at a man so poor as to buy only bread and peppers instead of meat that most Neanderthal sportsmen eat. Mabe just mabe she thought of me. Or like a lover and a wife and a mother yes eye did eye heard all that from such a young young woman behind a counter of command. But then she is nice to other men and they buy none. They push the envelope with me they grunt. Who pays for all the meat they eat they do not complete my smile or ask for bread afforded me eye smiled in vain to help no one today. My meat is added to the bread to make the table for my head the meat is meat you knoe not of complete. If she thinks me poor than t'was a miss. Amiss she is the miss. And now eye smile at this my poem made in jest. A test of one more day of life.
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