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sisterly support

Sisterly Support 

I was thinking of my sister she had a blue and a green 
eye I adored her when a child I followed her around 
“Bormann” she called me and since I was not socially
 adept she promised to look after me when old.
She has been dead for forty years
All the women it was like playing poker with cards missing
Kings too posh Knight not my game, I gave up went to 
another country and bought a new set of cards…and won
Her eyes are onyx but that was Ok, before her I had met 
a woman who had sea green eyes and I nearly drowned in 
the embrace as deceptive as the North Atlantic Ocean 
 I was lucky to make it ashore. 
So I made it then to old age take my pills go early to bed
and say to myself: you lucky old bastard you 

Copyright © | Year Posted 2016




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