Lawrence S. Pertillar Poems

Most of my lusty ways,
Have been primarily delusional.
I will admit to it.
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Where would I be...
If you were not near to remind me,
I am loved.
And I know that to be true,
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Seasons change,
As the rain and cool breezes...
Introduces the shift.
And so noticeable in New England,
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Although their calculated misdeeds succeeded,
They appear to now fear...
The repercussions of their activities.
And looking weak and fragile...
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Few can placate by folly.
With an appeasing done,
To quench and finalize...
What arises that may disturb.
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Give me the illiterate.
And those illegitimate,
With the negative sentiments.
Made by those disgruntled...
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I try not to imply,
With comments to affect...
Those who may be offended,
By what is said believed to be indirect.
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Cooped up in a loop,
Can be removed to fool a loser.
And change,
The one who claims to feel pain.
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Whatever you thought existed.
With a persistence wished...
Isn't or will be as it was.
Resist those feelings of emptiness.
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Assumptions you have held and chosen...
Know they must go.
Those assumptions you have held and chosen,
Know they must go.
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