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[title] => Bumpy Smooth Bumpy Smooth
[time] => 2015-10-22 20:09:39
[hometext] => My wife has made the best decsion ever, and on my birthday! Read please!!!!
[bodytext] => Pen you come again to beg- Ming and Shelley fight for style- her thrown bricks in beauty disarray against his structured house. I let both you go to go my own- hand and pen and mind and soul to let my words abandoned roam. Paper stacks of Franklins thick; a laugh unworthy to a worthy task- I'd burn the world, a stack of them to save her beating heart. Once joyed before now torn and sore- to bring her smile back again, see her happiness reborn. Cryptic poets us, Oh, such a bore we be- let me break that cloudy glass, frank to meaning free. My wife the slave of booze so long at last admits she can't go on. Sobbing, rehab, asked for, Granted! Glory! Glory! Glory be! Break my bank my house my everything, possessions gained, a canyons toss, aught illness held to build her heart, her soul to strength if chance there be of regained loss; My life, my joy, let paintings pass happily to other's walls, my cars to hands not mine, our deeds away, freely signed; away I pray, I say begone, all my objects trickster as a solid wind, mere atoms held in place, ephemeral, jested sin. Dust and grime to me they be, traded oh so easily for genuine happiness in place; for joy to sing in her eyes, to trade false whispers, vodka's hisses spurning death for life embracing wishes. [comments] => 5 [counter] => 258 [topic] => 19 [informant] => invierno [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => InspirationalPoems )
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