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Can't win

Come sit with me a spell
We both got something to say
You don’t have to look at me so keen
I wouldn’t marry you anyway
You can tell by looking at me 
What is drawn upon my face
I never knew where to go
So it had to be this place
But I never thought that I would get
My tongue stuck in my own, boot lace
And that you could really be so mean

But I never meant any of those things 
I was thinking of another place
As warm and friendly as it is
It’s just really not for my taste
You always wore the prettiest things
Like a purse that matched your glove
And I could never really help myself
For I was so young and so in love
And I know now for the rest of my life
No matter what I do it will be you
That I always will be thinking of

Copyright © | Year Posted 2015




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Date: 5/28/2016 3:39:00 PM
People say MOVE ON! I scoff b/c we all do that. . . We must. Our stories, our loves, are like rings in a tree. The tree doesn't move on without the record there. Good one!
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Cynthia Ferguson
Date: 6/3/2016 4:47:00 AM
none of us can ever forget who we met in our lives and fell in love
Date: 3/10/2015 2:22:00 AM
A beautiful Write! You have captured so many emotions floating through us at times as we reminisce.
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Cynthia Ferguson
Date: 3/10/2015 6:18:00 AM
thank you :)
Date: 3/2/2015 8:27:00 PM
These types of loves never leave us . . . though years may fad some of the memories the heart clings to that special something that only she provided. Loved your poem. 7
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Cynthia Ferguson
Date: 3/3/2015 6:49:00 AM
My grandmother said woman are the healers and a woman's affairs are her own,
Date: 3/2/2015 6:01:00 AM
Sometimes the best part is when we move on. Good poem -JT
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Cynthia Ferguson
Date: 3/2/2015 7:44:00 AM
sure is :)but we will always carry our heart with us,