It is Valentines Day. I want to write about love, but I have only lost love that I have already written about. It is a sad tale about love, rollerblades, eighteen wheelers and waterwings. Yes, all in one poem about a woman I shall never forget:
My Flamin' Phantom Freeda Flout
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Now, I totally get where Rebb is coming from! Jim, Satirical Love, you have now mastered! This is so brilliant! You've acquired a new fan!
I am trying to bring her back, but I don't think I can do it for Valentine's Day. Glad you enjoyed it.
Yes let's laugh about things that can't be helped. That's a beautiful account of a deep love. Sad to know it didn't last. But the poem is not bitter, rather an acceptance and a pleasant reminiscing.
I trying to bring her back on skis!