P O E S I A

Behind these doors I’d walk away

My feet won’t brush the floor.

Beneath the frowns shine wicked smiles

Adios! I’m here no more.

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Wave ardently if that’s their wish…

They’d squeeze me till I limp.

But I’m through with sugar-coated bile

And days of whine and mimes.

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Spin around - the winter’s old and done

By five I am forever gone.

Don’t start to cry, just read my mind –

For  us    there’s    no  goodbyes!

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For my dear Ate Cheryl

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