Long swigs of that bourbon bottle thirst's to thee...
Saddened forlorne memories 'fess fro' me.
Anger rises fro' days of past...
Hateful unforgiveness can last and last.
How can i react just right? ...
How may i suppress this urge to fight?
Tipsey and topsey and turvey and dizzily i'll fall...
Missed of conscionse i'll pray to forstall.
Angered arguments always seem to abound...
Nagging noises is the daily heard sound.
Cops are constantly knocking on my door to
spread some quiet and peace...
With marriage license torn in half, i'm finally
breaking our arguing's lease.
It's time i took on a new lifetime wife...
Good-bye forever-This past life's days filled
of strife.
Michael...It sounds like a wise decision you have made...no one should have to live with strife. I hope you find peace soon. Hugs, Dee
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I would like to translate this poem
A man gots to do wut a man gots to do, right? ! If he needs aTENtion like anyone else.....good writw, sir michael jeffrey ''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''frank/fjr