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The incident I never forget

To get a fresh air
A night stroll would be fair,
I thought
And switching the TV
I got up from my chair.

On the pavement
Of a nearby apartment
A lovely girl by accident
I  met,
Who looks timid and decent.

On my part a wink
On hers a response quick
Lovers soon we begin to click
And engaged in a kissing spree
On the street
Our arms locked behind
Our waist
To passers by
Completely indifferent.

"My dear
Your lips
Are meant non-stop
To kiss!"

"I was willing except
For time constraint.
You see, home
I have to report!"

Thus we were forced to part
Fixing an appointment.

Resulting in a great sorrow
It dawned on me on the morrow
She was a pickpocket
When I couldn't get the wallet,
I shoved into my back pocket!

From that day on wards
At night whenever I meet girls
And exchange greetings
I check my hands
For fear even
A finger could run amiss.
 

Up on getting a schock treatment

◄ Lacerating is the pain

A balm ►

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Alem Hailu G/Kristos

Mon 10th Nov 2014 14:52

I want convey I became a paranoid and began to suspect all girls for theft.A paranoid to the extent I may miss my finger as well. Your ways also works because their is a saying
"When a poet writes a poem only God and he knows the message, after it is published only God knows the message!"
Thank you for your excellent feedback!

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Harry O'Neill

Sun 9th Nov 2014 16:48


It`s her hands you need to check Alem.

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