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Just Like the Mean Reader

Even beauty begs Not like the downtown folk You beg as you surrender To the one who can't remember As the thought of you two sinks In your scratched soul Her thoughts are buried in the fall Where she met the king fisher That hooked her heart you cant reach She knows your art is great She confesses to all her friends That you are the only thing she has got But you have nothing She reads all your stories with a twitch Smiles at the words you tweet But like the mean reader When she looks at your eyes she cant even wink She cant waste any ink On a soul she never picked

Copyright © | Year Posted 2014




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Date: 3/24/2014 8:50:00 PM
She must be afraid, frightened to relearn how to replenish that priceless ink. A stupendous write RRC., I relish the poigyant paradox of "That you are the only thing she's got, but you have nothing..." J.A.B.
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Muhereza Rodgers Roger
Date: 3/24/2014 10:41:00 PM
Thanks friend, for noting that..I am glad that you chose to ink on this..RRC
Date: 3/23/2014 3:33:00 PM
Hi Rodgers, WOW, I'm in love with this poem... WOW! Can I have this... I'm kidding..... The art in one, is great when found. The means of a reader, should never be the amount of thoughts, but the quality of the ones she can reach.... I know you have your own meaning to your words. However, I love the way you captured my attention. Thank you so much, for the lovely visit... Hugs... This is my new favorite poem... xox~ LINDA
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Muhereza Rodgers Roger
Date: 3/23/2014 11:06:00 PM
Thanks Linda..I am one big fun of yours, when you leave a comment on my work you leave me smiling..lol RRC

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