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Post by Jo Smith on May 27, 2020 20:28:57 GMT -5
This friend of mine This friend sometimes seems divine
As we take a walk I can barely talk
she has so much to tell About everything from heaven to hell.
She chats all day And I have nothing to say.
Sometimes I really wish to vent About an interesting event.
But when I try to speak She talks another week.
She tells about the mountains being so tall As if I have nothing at all.
She speaks of the oceans so far And then she buys a new car.
She says, come, I will take you for a spin. And I know I will never win
Even a moment of time To tell something of mine.
We ride to the lake And she never takes a break.
I wonder how she can even breathe As she never stops to achieve
Even A tiny bit of listening interest nor does she ever rest.
I am really put to the test To stay with this talking fest.
A week went by And by now I wanted to cry
My ears were folded into a mold And my feet were cold.
Now all I want to do is close my head, Run home and jump in bed.
I still love my friend But wish to send Her to tell All of this to Bell.
By: Jo Smith … May 27, 2020
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