Don Johnson Poet Rhyme

Retreat

	Francine Roberts
Contest Name	Short and Sweet

Retreat
Love was sweet, when you were here,
though you are gone, an image dear,
Is looked for here,  my sweet,
When I’m out on the street,
Bitumen burns my feet,
An Shiela’s think I’m *****, retreat.

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Joe Maverick December 26, 2011 at 6:23 PM 'reckon you're right enough Don..) just thought i'd wish you a happy one anyway..)

Elizabeth Wesley December 26, 2011 at 9:21 AM There's gotta be a better way to find her Don. Love these sad ones, each has a story to tell and yours tugs at the heart. A great one for the contest!

Lizzie Treetop December 26, 2011 at 1:13 AM Well the Sheila's are queer if they think you're queer Don! I find you a real good mate! Hope it was a Good Christmas! Big Hug lizzie

Laura Breidenthal December 26, 2011 at 12:39 AM A very interesting poem and a sweet dedication! I enjoyed this tonight! Always, Laura