I Could Not Come Up With An Ending So I Channelled Vienna Bombardiari and She Did Her Job Well

FAMILIAL FAMILIARITY I never got her name and i'm to blame and claim my right to misery for this is now a mystery because I never got her name I never found out where she lived in what part of town or a city unknown but wherever it is it's a place where grace is grown and roughness becomes tender and tame but damn it, I never got her name I flipped the newspaper pages not really reading what I was seeing and every part of her beautiful body was agreeing she was refinement, class and a precious commodity not like some ostentatious women who become an oddity we spoke of happiness, relaxation and fear and realized the opposite spectrum of fear is to keep familiarity near I heard a still small voice sans a formal introduction and it taught me about forgiveness, love and restitution This lovely lady said the Lord would lead me to a missing part so long as I become familiar with my heart and because I listened to that voice the rest has gone down in fame because after learning about familiarity I finally got her name © 2012.....copyright PHREEPOETREE ~free cee!~