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In the way |
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Honeybunch Member Rara Avis
since 2001-12-29
Posts 7115South Africa 
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It’s not in the way you comb your hair or in the way you speak, laugh, eat, but always and ever straightforwardly so in the way you do not love me. And there in that way disrespect breeds and gives birth to despicable offspring who disrupt the flow of everyone’s soul and break up the everyday meaningful. But, oh, in that way you do not love me doors open unto the mystery realms to show and reveal all the secrets and lies hidden beneath the seemingly innocent. And it’s in the way you do not love me that demands the bring down to earth of a rebellious yet courageous spirit who knows the value of peace. But peace, glorious peace, labours through layers with the speed of an overfed toad unable to jump from there to here in the blink of an all seeing eye. And it’s in the way you do not love me that happiness grins and dances a jig because it is known that overfed toads will one day be hungry again! Helen / 29 June 2013 |
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JerryPat2 Member Laureate
since 2011-02-06
Posts 16975South Louisiana |
Very insightful piece of work here, Helen. I hear you loud and clear, and "It's in the way you do not love me" which sends clear and distasteful messages that it is time to say adieu. ~*~ If they give you lined paper, write sideways. ~*~ |
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Honeybunch Member Rara Avis
since 2001-12-29
Posts 7115South Africa |
Thanks, Jerry. I did that a long time ago but now am just waiting for that ... toad to be hungry again. Can't totally wipe away more than thirty years of my life when mention of him issues forth from the offspring. In between, however, I am at peace - thankfully. |
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