A Mad Mad Mothers Mistake Comments
Left left not right she's left
Took off in a flurry with vodka on her breath
Stepped on the gas, went south like it was her last step
And it was, for nightly there ever after she's softly wept
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I don't do false flattery. It hurts the author in the long run. This a tremendous write. Honest, passionate, about really, really important things. I tip my hat to you; sharing pain is healing, sharing pain artistically is poetic.
Fatal flaw indeed! Remorseful understanding of the flaw well expressed. It will be hard to rue this impetuous decision.
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7/30/2025 3:18:24 PM # 1.0.0
a very compelling poem. fatal flaw yes it was.