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YOUR WOUNDED DOVE #
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JOURNAL # 41 who do you love
she
and not me
is of no matter
really
competition is
little more
than an
adolescent's plea
well still
I sulkily say
lucky, lucky she
'Your Wounded Dove'
I tease you
sure
with my playful gaffs
I smile in my words
just so
to make you laugh
I am a harmless
force of feminine verse
come on
admit it
I lighten your day
and charm you to
smile for awhile
even if you curse
damn that woman
for making light of
my love for
my lady love
sure she's a pest
to me
but poetically
you'd readily confess
she's a notch above
and so you have me
rhyming in my head
lucky lady she is
that lady he loves......................
(July 16, 2011 426am)
