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Sandi Pringle Poem
I watch this boy as he grows, from youth into manhood in no time at all.
Like watching summer move into Fall.
His eyes are deep with knowlegde and insite.
His ways are gentle and polite.
I marvel at this friend of mine and try to get inside.
I will talk to him today during our car ride.
"What are you thinking, please share your thoughts, it's what I want to know."
"I'm just thinking if I was spiderman, how really fast I'd go."
Copyright © Sandi Pringle | Year Posted 2005
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Sandi Pringle Poem
He knows what he wants, the pressure is on.
I am uncomfortable with his aggressive ways.
"No" means nothing to him, It is just a challange.
My blood pressure is rising, Am I sweating?
How dare he use these tatics on me.
He thinks this is my first time, so he pleads and uses guilt.
I have heard his tired lines before, but this time it is much worse.
He presses and pushes.
I want him to go but he actually has something I may want.
Should I do it?
Is this right?
He tells me not to tell others.
Will I tell anyway?
Finally I ask him to leave, I ask again, Is he still here?
He will not budge.
He tries again. I erupt in anger.
I must make him go.......
He takes his leave after 3 hours.
Am I safe?
Will he return?
How I hate the High Pressure Sales Man.
Copyright © Sandi Pringle | Year Posted 2005
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