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A Dear John

Rating: 4.6

Reading a Dear John with blurry, red eyes,
letters swimming, with shock 'n' surprise,
pains in my head right down to my toes,
shaking in my now sweating, wet clothes.

walking around shedding many, hurtful tears,
thinking about all those wonderful years,
the good, the bad...the happy, the sad,
does it now make her gratefully glad? .
But,

I will admit, she was beautiful, she shone,
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John Nightingale 16 January 2008

Ricky, you are wise beyond your years. Good work.

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Ernestine Northover 15 January 2008

I think it is the rejection of us personally that hurts, the feeling of being dumped. We cannot think that people can dislike us. Nice poem, enjoyed the read very much. Love and hugs Ernestine XXX

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