A poem, a poem for my dear wife Shay, even
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A poem, a poem for my dear wife Shay, even though I'm a poet I don't know what to say.
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Dear Shay, your're my May, the birds wing and sing for the day, we met.
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Yet times of Old have wended on their way & it now seems Sorrow's here to stay. So Shay, my friend, it looks as though that joy must end. Can ever we know glee again? Seems not to
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matter to thou. Shay. Shay? Shay, this is no time for jesting. Shay? Oh my dear lord. Shay, Shay?" Lord Perefinbroke touched shay's cheek. Hard and cold as
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a stainless steel fridge, Shay's cheek rebuked Perefinbroke's touch. "Why!?! Oh, Shay! Gone too soon, my dear. Much too soon!" Perefinbroke removed his hand from her cheek like a
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person that is very experienced in removing hands from cheeks. Shay gasped in horror because she had finally discovered the truth. Perefinbroke was actually
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Relieved the door finally opened and he could escape, unnoticed. The claustrophobia was too much.
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It enclosed him, wrapped him up into a tiny box, and then sealed the box with a carefully placed bow. His heart beating rapidly against his chest, he ventured out.
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As he was walking out he realized he forgot a card to celebrate this wondrous day. He walked back in and started rummaging through some. He decided on the one that said,
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"Life's a beautiful mess." because it seemed fitting. "Ahh the joy to be alive!", he thought as he left the store once more.
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- Started
- 2012-03-29 11:56:22
- Finished
- 2016-06-22 06:05:56
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