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My Aunt Marie
She doesn’t like me
And I will tell you why.
It’s because when I was young
I’d poke out my tongue
Whenever she’d walk by.
I’d make my plea
And say, “I’m now thirty three.
I don’t do what I used to do.
I can now guarantee
That in my company
I won’t poke my tongue out at you.”
“I’m sorry” she replied
“No matter how I’ve tried,
I just can’t see it that way
So I very much regret
That I can’t forget
And I can’t forgive you today.”
“Oh for the love of God
It really is odd
To hold a grudge for this long
For something so small
That doesn’t matter at all
Can’t you see that it’s wrong? ”
“I don’t agree”
Said my Aunt Marie
“You don’t know what stress it did bring
For months after the event
You see I was sent
By my husband to counselling.”
Well its no use now
You can surely see how
No forgiveness will be given to me
For what I did before
So I will try and ignore
And forget about my Aunt Marie.
Paul H Tubb
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