Sheila Jones

Sweet and slow
Ebb and flow
Give and take
Tender touches
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While hatred dwells cloaked in cavernous darkness,
Buzzards circle fallen heroes of a distant feud.
Crusade for justice, where have you gone?
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I Am So Proud of YOU!

It seems like yesterday that I was tying your shoes,
Taking you to pre-school
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Deceit be thy name, wretched wench!
You draw close to me in friendship
As my blood still drips from the dagger
You once plunged into my back.
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Whatever.

That is all one can say
When something as clear as day
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