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Late Once More

Late once more, with feet unsure, he stumbles. Screams at his wife, in a life full of strife, and she crumbles. Far from his words, thinking in blurs, he mumbles. It's a game not to fall. Her love is the ball that he fumbles. He glares with glazed eyes - A slave to his vice.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2008




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Date: 4/1/2016 11:51:00 PM
Hi Jordan, you've expressed yourself well, I enjoyed your poem. Please keep writing and sharing your poetry XOX ~LINDA~
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Date: 8/11/2015 5:57:00 PM
JORDAN, this is a good read, thanks for sharing..... **SKAT**
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