A Lot More Than My Ego Got Bruised
Too high
on Rye
Make pass
at Lass
Her date?
Six-eight
Out weighed
(DISmayed!)
BRIEF brawl
Get mauled...
Forsooth!
(Loose tooth)
Oh my!
(Black eye)
Behold!
(Out cold)
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Sunlight
Too BRIGHT
I ache
I quake
I heave
I grieve
Poor me
(Agree?)
Copyright © Tim Ryerson | Year Posted 2015
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