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No Sugar

Sickness sucks the sugar off
Tongues tied to thoughts of tomorrow
If the ingredients don't add up
I search for a cup to borrow
Lost souls left in a breezless meadow
Waiting for a seed to sprout
Can't you hear my shout
Languished and left in peace
Gripping ghosts of past deceased
Sticking the sick with crosses denied 
Why do I      anymore       try

Copyright © | Year Posted 2016




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Date: 12/30/2016 9:59:00 PM
It's the after Christmas cold that you're catching from the lot of Christmas kisses and hugs. :( Hope you'll feel better, Tim. Hugs!
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Date: 12/30/2016 2:44:00 PM
Hello Tim, I also sense sadness in this poem.You need a lot of Honey!!! Better than sugar. Happy New Year.
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Date: 12/30/2016 10:36:00 AM
I feel sadness along with the sickness...Sugar sweetness turned sour...Oh lets hope for some Honey to replace sugar gone...Tomorrow is a better day.
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Date: 12/30/2016 9:06:00 AM
One of these days you will learn about all of those germs on shopping carts. Get well soon, friend. Chicken soup and shnapps.
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Date: 12/30/2016 9:02:00 AM
A sad but well written poem Tim. It sounds like you are tired as well. I can understand the feelings you portray in this.
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Date: 12/30/2016 8:48:00 AM
Very sad and lonely feeling Tim. There is a sorrowed breeze flowing through your poem this morning. This one reach deeply inside of me. Well written sadness.
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