Getting Along Poem by David Howerton

Getting Along



Couldn't you at least pretend
thought all women learned that?

Well now that's over
and we're better relaxed
sitting close
wrapped in blanket
drinking watching TV
things seem better.

Don't talk much
enjoying nearness
lots of time for other stuff.

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David Howerton

David Howerton

San Jose California
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