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Bespoke
by Joe CramerWe spoke, until our voices bespoke
no more, sharing a thought
or two, as my heart broke.
You cried, as you ought
just leaving me alone
as you did, once before.
Now I am but forlorn
and my life has become such a chore. 08/09/2010 Author's Note: ... old angst, I canst remember when.....
Posted on 08/09/2010
Copyright © 2025 Joe Cramer
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| Posted by George Hoerner on 08/10/10 at 12:08 AM Old angst can creep up and touch you on the shoulder when you least expect. I've seen it step from behind a bush while I walk my dog or come riding up on wave while I sit at the shore. Good write Joe. |
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