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The exaltation of my depression controlled my free will Sensing the elusiveness of a thing called Love feeling the high and the low of it I expected the low to go away but it didn't Only a lingering memory of my once felt freedom remained like a burr in your pants Love makes your butt itch it seeks to become a part of your being and no matter how much you scratch the itch It becomes a part of you occupying your total being even affecting your eating habits and your bowel movements This Love thing devastates your senses and destroys the flowery fantasies you had of it even gender is not immune to the demands of Love old age is not as much fun as some would have you believe As it still hungers to satisfy the Love need at a time of diminishing ability and male prowess passion leads one to sacrifice everything from ego to humility even pride Giving it all up to satisfy this other thing you feel the need for passion that burns your loins Love, oh Love, why are you such a confusing pain to take me away from my carefree home And from my mother and father to turn me into a mother or father to bear unbearable ungrateful children The destroyers of Love And the bane of the drinking class giving no respite to lovers of love but one can't deny after your life is lived and looks back on itself You'll carry your babies and children in your heart till death takes you away to a more placid place.

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Date: 11/3/2022 2:21:00 AM
take me from my mother and father/ To turn me into a mother or father/ To bear unbearable ungrateful children//~superbly written; I enjoyed your poetic thought
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