Moving on
Her legs were knobbly boles
Jammed into shabby slippers
Her swollen feet two massive moles
Shuffling along on flappy flippers
She'd lost her lover long ago
He'd found a svelte and pretty thing
She wondered if this girl would know
She'd soon be tethered to his ring
Soon she too would feel the rips
Appearing in her self esteem
And when she offered him her lips
He'd vanish into someone else's dream
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dianadevlin
Full time poet and writer, published in a scant scattering of magazines and ezines, working on my first collection.
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