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Michael Gale

Rookie (? / Chicago Illinois/Oklahoma City.)

How Does One, Or Two, Spell Divorce?


Couples who get divorced, might be called disss-engaged, don't you see? ...
In reality, and they don't know it, they just want to be free.

They don't get along...
That is the name of that song.

They were wrong...
They were not meant to be together, that long.

They, knew not much, about each other...
They fought like cats and dogs, or maybe even a sister or brother.

How do you spell divorce? ...
How about emotional disss-course.

Some people need to learn about one another, before they take that plunge...
For if they don't do this, their wedding will be erased or changed into an instant case of being an exspunge.

Sometimes, wedded bliss...
Is a comical miss.

Submitted: Sunday, February 08, 2009
Edited: Sunday, February 08, 2009

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  • Freshman - 2,160 Points Frank James Ryan Jr...fjr (2/8/2009 1:33:00 AM)

    But if she just got hitched...would that not make her A Comic that'' Misses''-The Punch Line? Witty Write, Michael....One must pay close atTENtion to every line of your abstract sceme/style, so as not to'MISS' A MISTER-IOUS barb!

    F j R
    2009 (Report) Reply

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