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Couldn't Put My Finger On It

He was heavy.
He was fat.

He wore
a light blue sweater.

He was gracious.

His eyes
made my skin crawl.

He was gay and
he was happy.

He seemed at ease
with everything.

His existence
made work difficult.

I couldn't understand
why

until the wife
of the elderly couple
he was with
said to her husband

"Maybe Father
would like to
pick a vegetable..."

He was a priest.

02/17/2009

Member Comments on this Poem

Posted by Charlie Morgan on 02/17/09 at 07:54 PM

...love the two stanza ditty and it is verrry different[compliment]than some of your others...i like them, i like this one too.

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