Preterition
He wanted my number and name.
I saw on his finger a ring.
I wouldn’t be playing his game.
He wanted my number and name.
I said to him (when the drinks came)
I wasn’t the type for a fling.
He wanted my number and name.
I saw on his finger a ring!
Written May 14, 2016
For the Preterition Contest of Sara Kendrick
Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2016
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