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July 12, 2009 at 8:12 pm | In "Fifty Five Words ", poetry, poésie | 15 CommentsGuys, 55 words are back. Please pardon my rustiness, its been a long time, and the lack of touch shows.
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It’s going to end, you tell yourself
Little, you know, it hasn’t begun.
It shall not happen to me, you plan
Little, you know, plan isn’t yours.
I shall not be possessive, you decide
Little, you know, you’ve been possessed
It’s over, you make a call.
Little, you know, you’re not over.
Little, you know.
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Great 55 Rambler
Comment by marja — July 13, 2009 #
Thanks Marja
Comment by Rambler — July 15, 2009 #
hmm.. nice!
Comment by Anjuli — July 13, 2009 #
Thanks Anjuli
Comment by Rambler — July 15, 2009 #
Blessings in disguise
Comment by BlueMist — July 13, 2009 #
When I wrote this I never thought they would be..
Comment by Rambler — July 15, 2009 #
the irony called life.. very well put
Comment by Preethi — July 13, 2009 #
hmm irony..right..:)
Comment by Rambler — July 15, 2009 #
well i dont think it sounds rusty at all.. it is what life is not within our control…
Comment by paisley — July 13, 2009 #
well sometimes it gives us a pseudo assurance, that it is.
Comment by Rambler — July 15, 2009 #
Hmm…Sounds a bit like what’s goin’ on in Autumnland.
Comment by bundleocontradictions — July 13, 2009 #
oh does it?
Comment by Rambler — July 15, 2009 #
excellent 55. I like it. You have written your heart out. I would have too but apparently my heart has been possessed by a charming young man
Comment by Bubbles — July 15, 2009 #
Bubbles welcome to the rambling world of rambler.
Well young men can be old at heart..watch out
Comment by Rambler — July 15, 2009 #
Wow!!… Good one
Comment by Rach — July 16, 2009 #