Bri Edwards Tears Poems

After tears and things depressing,
give me turkey, peas, and lots of dressing.
Pile high the cornbread with lots of butter,
till my belly's full and my heart does flutter.
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I’ve got what many consider a strange outlook on life,
and not many think it stranger than.......does my dear wife.
At age sixty-five, by many, I’m not considered yet “old”,
but I say I’ve lived long enough! I believe it, and NOW you’ve been told.
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The sun’s now begun to set in the west.
I sit in chair with my mind (almost) at rest.
I briefly thought “I’ll watch TV”.
Then I shed some tears.
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My reunion tears fell not, , , , , , till I was out the door,
when the bartender called 'STOP! ' I said 'what for? '.
She said here's your total; it was NOT an 'open bar'!
I tried to get away in a hurry, but I didn't get very far.
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Some nights I think I've heard your screeching;
it's then my mate begins her beseeching....
to have me shut the windows and rub her back,
and go outside searching for the yowling cat.
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40th-year-Reunion Tears.... [Fiction; misunderstandings? ; short enough; humor]

My reunion tears fell not, , , , , , till I was out the door,
when the bartender called 'STOP! ' I said 'what for? '.
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