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You'Re the Reason

Not easy following you, picking up the pieces my, how you wreck with a vengeance. Not talking just this life, so many others, no choice still as mine (the choice), take heed! come back to me, 'cause, I still follow, still care, still love. And I may be the reason you hate pickles and mayonnaise.. mixed metaphors, euwph! But oh, I bequeathed you my best the dance of clouds, icicles.. twizzlers come back to me, by choice, all yours as you release me now. Been watching over you, for sometime.. like a lapdog ever at your feet by your side as you winked. Until we meet again m'yeah, just so you know, as you nod, I always.., well.. your welcome.

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Date: 10/2/2023 6:32:00 AM
It may be a tale as old as time, but never told as wittingly as you dear friend. A lovely write Richard. :)
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Date: 8/18/2023 11:24:00 PM
me too, eat piclkes and mayonnaise, waiting to meet her again, enjoyed your poem
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Date: 8/18/2023 11:28:00 PM
yann, It's a song told, a tale as old as time. And I'm glad. -Richard

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