PleadingA Poem by Sarah McKeever HittDear love cliche, as if a joke the willow tree was swaying in my yard the chimes were persistant and the doves mourned the afternoon. Your glass remained on the porch table standing, mocking my efforts telling the mailman what I had been trying to deny, I have been waiting for you.
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Added on May 12, 2010 Last Updated on May 12, 2010 AuthorSarah McKeever HittChicago, ILAboutAll bad poetry springs from genuine feeling. -Oscar Wilde A great deal of the work on this site is republished from my defunct site. I hope you enjoy reading my work, I really enjoy writing .. more..Writing
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