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LuLu.ToYou

by Johnny Crimson

This was at that old Tameboro Farm.
Just 6 miles due west of Calburn Hollow.
They made a life there, you know?
She tamed the cattle, played with the ducks (Vinnie & Picklefoot),
grew the corn, and cooked almost all of the meals.
She gave this place life, meaning, purpose, and a soul.

When I began typing this I was all sarcasm and vile
narcissism.
I'm 2 degrees calmer than that now so I'll turn this into something else.

I wrote a book for her once. A novel. It was about our lives together, that hadn't happened yet.

Oddly, the majority of the events in this book came true during our time together.

It is my task to rewrite and complete the story. I owe her that, and so much more.

I'll meet you at our eternal tree, my sweet.

To: the most miraculous soul I'll ever encounter.

06/23/2022

Posted on 06/23/2022
Copyright © 2022 Johnny Crimson

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 07/07/22 at 10:24 PM

This feels like a marvelous intro to your next book. Great writing.

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