Little

July 12, 2009 at 8:12 pm | In "Fifty Five Words ", poetry, poésie | 15 Comments

Guys, 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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  1. Great 55 Rambler

  2. hmm.. nice!

  3. Blessings in disguise :)

    • When I wrote this I never thought they would be..

  4. the irony called life.. very well put :)

    • hmm irony..right..:)

  5. well i dont think it sounds rusty at all.. it is what life is not within our control…

    • well sometimes it gives us a pseudo assurance, that it is.

  6. Hmm…Sounds a bit like what’s goin’ on in Autumnland.

  7. 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

    • Bubbles welcome to the rambling world of rambler.
      Well young men can be old at heart..watch out :)

  8. Wow!!… Good one :)


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