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Post by SweetSilverBird on Mar 8, 2011 1:03:03 GMT -6
Madness in the key of me by Deborah Neher
I have no sense of humour I have no sense at all I spend my whole life waiting Just waiting for your call being here without you is so completely wrong I'm here outside your tempo I'm here outside your song. Im haunting all my rooms now just trailing like a ghost I think of every thing I miss holding you the most It's more than half past midnight Im running out of time There's nothing more to say now Im running out of rhyme.... aaah!
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Post by Brigid Briton on Mar 8, 2011 2:34:05 GMT -6
Well, Deb, I must say that your first line belies the rest of the poem. I think you still have quite a sense of humor! Most of us have probably been there at one time or the other, pacing the floor, drunk on regret, and soooo lonely! I enjoyed this. It's a great read. Brigid
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Post by Fire Monkey on Mar 8, 2011 17:25:54 GMT -6
It is a good read
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Post by Reilley on Mar 9, 2011 18:23:38 GMT -6
I enjoyed this a great deal, thanks.
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Post by Brigid Briton on Mar 2, 2014 22:24:30 GMT -6
Hi Deb,
I came across this while wandering around in the dusty halls of PHAN. It begged to be rescued! So, here it is once again.
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Post by SweetSilverBird on Mar 3, 2014 2:01:51 GMT -6
Hi Deb, I came across this while wandering around in the dusty halls of PHAN. It begged to be rescued! So, here it is once again. Oh thanks for digging out that old conker! LOL That's one of my frenetic poems. Every now and again one of those pops up, and I have to post it or it won't go away. They are like gnats!!! I think I have one called 'The screen door slammed' or something like that, that is crazy, and another one about epithets, and slogans.. just nuts. But kids like 'em.
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Post by hazelmsmith on Mar 3, 2014 4:20:18 GMT -6
I love this Deb, Been there myself on more than the odd occasion!!
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