Unhappy Dance Poem by Lamar Cole

Unhappy Dance



She dropped her red umbrella and ran.
He was such an abusive man.
He had taken her on a nice trip.
But he had said words that caused her heart to rip.
So she took the first plane out of France.
She had gotten so tired of the unhappy dance.

Wednesday, April 3, 2019
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