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That'll teach you to leave your sister unattended.....
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You danced past me this morning with nary a glance a new hop in your step a new jig in your prance. I lie there discarded, among your castaway things, like so many before me, just another short fling. I tried not to notice that I’d been replaced by such trash, thrown out like the others scuffed, tarnished, then smashed. But you hurt me, you pained me you wore me quite thin, you used me each day then did it again. No thoughts for my feelings, no rest from your pride, you used completely then cast me aside. And oh how we danced – to the music each night, with me as your partner we were such a sight. We spun and we twirled and we partied till dawn till one selfish minute I’m cast out - and you’re gone. So move on and replace me see if I mind, just throw me out and see what you find. For I’m old, I’m battered and no longer new just one more pair of your discarded shoes. © 2007 R. Reese |
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