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gifts from the gods

christmas lights
flash in your rear view
you know your caught
after sixteen shots of tequila but
he flies on by
and the woman you fucked up the ass
last night
in the parking lot of the bar
while your wedding ring was in the glove compartment
you told her she was unique
and she comes towards you and your wife right now
as you push the baby stroller through the mall
but she clicks right by
without a flicker of recognition

15 Feb 07

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(that was close)
 — chuckles

What a WOW of a poem. This is touched by greatness

 — larrylark