I wrote a poem to let out the cat
The cat was distraught at your message,
that we call it quits, once and for all
Were we not kindred spirits, like alcoholics anonymous
tortured souls in the chat room medium,
You, pretending to be Lolita - a widower senior citizen
Me, unhappily married posing as a boy peeping through the window
Tuesday, March 3, 2009
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