Bad-Sum

a poem of truth, words cast ashore, from where lonesome, often pulled an oar, a bitter pill to be alone, me n the dog an cat call home, catch another lover, yes 4 sure, just the waiting, is a bad-sum bore ... (thanks Gail Doyle's, Without Love) Don Johnson

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Andrea Dietrich

Date: 1/9/2012 10:31:00 PM

I LOVE this, Don. Cool title too.

Russell Sivey

Date: 1/9/2012 9:35:00 PM

Another awesome write, perfect in every way! I really enjoyed this poem tonight! "...a bitter pill to be alone..." really says it all doesn't it! I take that bitter pill and it's a painful one at times! Thanks for a fantastic poem! Excellent Work!!

Don Johnson
Date: 1/9/2012 11:49:00 PM

bitter pills bad 2 the bone, change dem aspros hold the fone...catch nother lover thats right, whoa horsie i'm alright:)