days later . . .
the quarrel
where we left it
(Published in Chrysanthemum)
days later . . .
the quarrel
where we left it
(Published in Chrysanthemum)
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if only i could remember that when i lose things - that they tend to be where you've left them.
my silliness aside, good, relatable poem.
Posted by: janet | April 24, 2008 at 02:39 PM
Quarels are like that.
Posted by: Jennifer | April 24, 2008 at 04:28 PM
Thanks, Janet and Jennifer.
Posted by: Bill Kenney | April 24, 2008 at 07:08 PM
This strikes me as downright funny. Then again, I'm weird like that. :)
Posted by: aurora | April 24, 2008 at 08:17 PM
Thanks, aurora. Funny sounds right to me. So does sad.
Posted by: Bill Kenney | April 25, 2008 at 06:20 PM
Very profound.
Posted by: Felicia | April 28, 2008 at 12:32 AM
smile
Posted by: Robert | May 03, 2008 at 03:50 PM