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Cactus
You, Cactus, are a pain in my side.
NO REALLY.
I fall one day
and you prick me with your thorns.
What the hell's up with that?
Did I do something to offend you,
Cactus?
Did I drown you with water
when primarily,
you are accustomed to dry heat?
Tell me.
What did I do?
Why must you prick me if I am unaware of the
context of it?
I stood on a cactus once, that was a silly thing to do and it hurt. lots.
so anyways...........yeh, i likes this poem and lots of your other ones too. You's a good writer.
xXxJESSxXx
Dear Stephanie,
You sure have a way with words! I am really getting into your work because you have a brilliant mind and you are able to impress one's emotions with such gentle force; which is just my way of saying that you have the ability to capture and hold the minds and hearts of any reader that wishes to see what YOU see and FEEL in print!!!!! This
particular poem seems to be directed towards the guilty one as well as in the proper direction; if I may assume this is the creative intent?!?! This is great and well worth the publication as so many other of your works.