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this isn't how i imagined it
by Nanette Bellmani beg you.
and you make me promises.
but the only thing i see
claiming me as a dependent on your taxes
is the closest i'll get to marrying you. 10/25/2008 Author's Note: girls come out dreaming of this day. 1040 ain't so EZ, is it?
Posted on 10/25/2008
Copyright © 2024 Nanette Bellman
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Charlie Morgan on 10/25/08 at 10:43 PM ...nanette, lady you speak a living 'allowance' of our society in these words...so few words...such depthful punch, beautiful w/ true pathos...a woman[old or young] has the responsibility for these kinds of nurture of a said being--that dependent--that human being, trying to be, that one-eyed parent that needs tending, i am so unproud of the way civilization can call itself civil when we act 'out' some the ways we do, look what took me a jillion to say and you said in 23...go gal... |
| Posted by Richard D Frederick on 10/25/08 at 11:14 PM bravo. |
| Posted by David Garner on 10/26/08 at 01:21 AM So much said in so few words. Excellent. |
| Posted by Morgan D Hafele on 11/25/08 at 06:19 PM short and powerful. well done |
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