2 4 1 Coups


considering the number

of rejected suitors–local

it really is no wonder

one made me their yokel

and though it

bears no ponder

I declare my loss collective

as wending roads I wander

don’t find me reflective


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I bring to you an arrow, whole, Use it, or break it, But if you choose to take it --Know-- With it also, I will go. © Karen Robiscoe @1992

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