My Poor Darling Old GirlA Poem by humbleServantMy poor darling old girl her sister died today on her birthday. I can only imagine what it's like to have a dearly loved family member die on the day you were born. We talked for a while on the phone. She's holding up but . . . I told her I am here. . . When I am not working I am here and I meant it she can call every night if she needs to.
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Added on April 3, 2017 Last Updated on April 3, 2017 AuthorhumbleServantAboutI've been writing poetry since I was 15! 110% Lesbian. Episcopalian, Buddhist, Taoist, Witch. . . a little of this, a little of that. Yes, . . . I am a very sweet, bad girl! more..Writing
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