I walked out on her twenty years ago
Although I had nowhere to go
I was young and brash
Tired of listening to unending lectures
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Love the story, I'm betting it is true. It takes some people all their lives to grow up and I have a feeling you had to at a very young age. Great Job
this is really a slander of a nice poet to recollect own life in a mansion but wing of wind slash it... traveled for miles and miles To find a suitable lodging After a harrowing search I ended up in a dingy flat Dimly lit and smelling musty Reluctantly I laid down my bag And fell asleep on the creaky bed From that day on there was no turning a parish of peace.....but young poetess wants more to rest..... young and brash, still restless
I have read this piece slowly. It seems to be a novel, a life story. A legendary job has done by you. I am delighted and added my 10 to it.