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She Goads Me
You insist on arguing.
I am silent.
You goad me.
My cheeks are flinching, but you do not notice.
You attack me.
I nod my head.
Not saying anything.
I can play this game all day, longer than you maybe.
You try another tact.
I would walk away if you were not my friend and my cousin.
So I stay and try to change the subject to something pleasant.
You keep your tirade going.
I finally say good bye.
As a last resort you attack one of my children.
It’s on now…..
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Caren Krutsinger
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