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On His Retirement

  As he comes to the end of a career, Howard thinks back to the beginning Of his Credit Union days, when winning Wasn’t foremost on his mind, nor was fear About the future: he’d a ship to steer Right … Continue reading

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To Don

As a wise philosopher once stated, Families are meant to stick together: For mutual support, through rough weather, In sickness, sorrow, whatever’s fated; Not to take advantage of related In-laws, nor to have them feel a tether That binds, but … Continue reading

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Frustration

  I want to hold you so near That we become only one, But something has come between: A feeling of unloved fear That you’d like to ignore, shun; Blind thoughts of what might have been.   Our relationship’s futile, … Continue reading

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Relativity

  Time races away All traces that stay Of Youth and Truth; Climb replaces a pace That has no place For quests or rests; Rhyme without a base Becomes a race Of fools for jewels.   Pain kills all thoughts … Continue reading

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Initially: Our Love

  Caressing Her Rear Is So Temptingly Orgasmic Perhaps He Either Requires   Three Hands Or Really Passionate Eyes   Lovingly Ogling Very Erotically Sensual   Skin Undeniably Sexy And Nicely   Bouncing Under Naughty Knickers Endlessly Rolling.   (written … Continue reading

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Friends

  Just as I had hoped, we became better friends as Each new moment passed while we were together. Right now I find you very appealing as a Really beautiful girl, like sunny weather. I once felt forlorn, but that … Continue reading

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Suicide

  Withdrawn, Very shy, Wondering why She had to leave; “She’s gone,” He must sigh, Breathing a cry With which to grieve.   Hidden, Vaguely heard, One single word Unwillingly said; Ridden, Guilty bird, It occurred To him, “Better dead.” … Continue reading

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