I thought you were
Going out to start
Your truck
So it could warm up
Don’t bother to take the time
To put another log in the fire,
It was just one thing
And now yet another
That I notice that
You left
Long before
You were not here.
Poetry being what it is, is an expression of the soul. So please proceed with caution as my soul can often be found on the dark side.Feel free to comment, suggest, or just tell me I'm one crazy b!+(#-- Thanks for visiting and either warn off or refer a friend.
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