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  69.     

bAlienated Affection

Affection, a tender feeling toward another,
Fondness, a propensity to feel, to do, to say
Knowing all of this I have considered affection
You know how my St.Charles Spaniel cuddles

Looks at me with those with those big brown eyes
Licks my arms and snuggles against my breast
A genuine look of 'please hold me close'
Yes, indeed I tried this.....and she went to bed
 
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  70.     

bAlone-liness

I miss her so much

I still cook meals for two

Always two plate settings

A red rose on her plate

Unless we are talking

Just me and the silence

That surrounds me

I place the dishes in the sink

Lying to myself

'I'll wash them later'
 
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  71.     

bAt What Point

At what point in life
Did I start to sow?
Maybe that's one place
One shall never know

Yet I've found our
Where He may guide
Is at the point
Where He provides

Then He washes
Away my sin
Lets this little child
Back in again

My richest gain
I'll count with loss
In the moment
I see His cross

No God or peace
This point I've found
Only through His blood
His love abounds

My soul
My spirit
Restored again
Reminded of my many sins
 
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  72.     

bBar Napkins

All the wonderful poetry, I've written on napkins,
Probably about sex, education, or life.
The kind of stuff you don't talk about sober,
Maybe about me, or me and your wife.

Not writing anymore on the napkins,
Don't worry, I'm completely fine.
The paper quality has gotten so poor,
And it's hard to make even a line.

Getting back now to all of the napkins,
Which is really what this is all about.
Convenient, and always a challenge,
Recording my sins, thoughts, and my doubt.

So much for my days with the napkins,
A poet drunken and stupor and seer.
Missing the days tossed in the trashcan,
Thus beginning my illustrous career.
 
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