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The engagement

On Saturday the fifth, I will meet my bride. By side of alter, and then decide. If I should flee, or marry thee. You may think me cruel, or ungentle of man. But she’s the type, to toll a man. By cost and affect, because she can. By Sunday sixth, she will be Mrs or amiss. But me a Mister, regardless of this. Her name in tarnish, but mine varnished still. As a gentleman untamed, unmarried and with will. It will be my choice, whether we rejoice. Or my plan, that I leave her in abandon. On Friday fourth, I get a jolt. A letter brought forth, has me revolt. Miss will not see you on Saturday. She’s decided against, the matrimony. How dare she, I gasp! To leave such a man, not at the alter But by, the pen of hand.

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Date: 9/19/2024 10:43:00 AM
Hmmmmmm that pen in your hand is doing a great job trouble-some-ly, I love the confidence, keep it up lovely
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Date: 8/17/2024 4:57:00 AM
Thanks for sharing this... exposing your thoughts through your unique poetic style. Welcome to Poetry Soup. I welcome you with the love of the Lord, expressed by John 3:16 of the Bible, "For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life." Be blessed.
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Date: 8/15/2024 8:50:00 PM
Thank you David for your words of encouragement for my mid life attempt at this forte (creative writing).
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Date: 8/15/2024 8:26:00 PM
This poem does a wonderful job of telling one of the many absurdities in life yet does it in a way that reminds us that it is still good to be alive and have a laugh instead of dwelling in an unhealthy way. You also have given an example of how pride can come before a fall. Great use of words to keep us smiling after leaving the page. Hope you decide soup is fun place to dwell. Best regards David in NZ PS I was third time lucky for me.
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