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Too Late!

I'm sorry but it's too late,

You blew it.

I knew you'd come crawling back,

I knew it.

Thinking I'd still be on a plate,

Waiting for crumbs,

Too late!

◄ This Monster

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Andy N

Tue 9th Sep 2014 12:47

there is a lot of anger in this natalie but i like the reference on a plate and waiting for crumbs is a great image.

what's also good is the fact is you kept it short and sharp. certainly not short and sweet. excellent.

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Jon

Tue 9th Sep 2014 10:10

Hey Natalie...love the line "thinking i'd still be on a plate". Love the poem too and thanks very much for recent comments. :)

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Ged the Poet

Mon 8th Sep 2014 20:57

You blew it... I knew it... Very assertive. Go Natalie! ;)

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