IT WAS A NIGHT
By Richard L. Provencher
Tue, 13 Nov 2018
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LIKE THIS I last saw Irene
snow creeping across our
backyard and quickly growing
into larger crystals.
She was a looker in my
thirteen year old eyes
appreciating her figure and one
of the smarter ones in class.
I loved her in a puppy
sort of way and could easily see
myself married to her one
day. Someone beat me
to the punch ten years later.
A diamond shop owner
they say. And I cried alone
on my pillow.
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It sounds like a fairy tale
It sounds like a fairy tale. It's good to hear of a success story but there must be a lot give-and-take. Not all moonshine and roses hey!? Do you have other kids Richard?
Keep well! Tom Brown
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