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Rose
"I want to tell you" she whispered
his heart cooled in the
sudden ice of their bed
"dont get mad" she urged
she'd been only fourteen with
a married man then
her mother taking charge and
from a long way off something about
a clinic
but what got him, sucked the love from him
was the tears
that claim of continuing loss
she'd even given him a name
no guilt
he ...
Sunday 9th August 2020 12:00 pm
We Must Be Fair To Belinda
Like small children divorces are messy
Legal fees only add to the frustration
But perhaps the hardest thing of all
Is coping with an ex-partner's indignation
It's not easy but we must be fair to Belinda
She gave me the best years of her life
After all she is the mother of my kids
She was, all in all, a half-decent wife
Of course dear, you are my partner now
Bel...
Thursday 30th April 2020 11:33 am
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