He Did Not Mince Words
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He Did Not Mince Words
He did not mince words with his news;
his thoughts came forth like putrid ooze.
No need for him to paint the scene
in sunshine yellow, hopeful green.
Sweet talk for us, he did not choose;
he did not mince words with his news.
His thoughts direct and to the point...
came like a bullet at gunpoint.
We sat there numb in our deep hurt
unable to absorb, assert.
He did not mince words with his news;
no way to misinterpret clues.
And there we were, the end was near
for our sick mom, who was so dear.
The end was coming, were his views...
He did not mince words with his news.
Sandra M. Haight
~7th Place~
Premiere Contest: Minced Words
Sponsor: John Lawless
Judged: 06/27/2016
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