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Poetic License

By Staff | Jun 10, 2010

I have to yawn, Dear,

You’ve told me that story

At least a hundred times before,

And it doesn’t get better

Each time I hear it.

From your lips to my ears

Is a road much traveled,

With potholes that get worse

Each time you brag about

How you avoided

Or ran over them.

Tell me instead

A tale or two

You’ve not dared tell me before,

And maybe I’ll reward you

With a few of my own.