Robin Bennett Biography

How I remember the waiting room,
at my Daddy's oncologist's office-
If being eaten alive by cancer isn't enough-
The waiting room is full of old boring, dated
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It takes a certain type of person
to write poetry. Over achieving,
brave people dare not put pen
to paper and expose themselves.
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I'm the kind of girl that
buys her bath bubbles
from France
gets her lingerie
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An earthly man cloaked in devil's red,
Advocate for misery soaked lives.
Bringing only evil plans with him to bed,
Enjoying when love's heart wilts and dies.
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When I remember you
I think of us drunk-
sipping from pineapples
and paper umbrellas
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