The GirlfriendShe calls to wish me happy birthday,
Voice refreshing to my ears as water
Chuckling in a stream. I'm thrilled.
In time, she has to go, and, once
She does, the ache which had grown
Dull becomes quite sharp again.
I'm glad she called, but she still
Poetry by Lawrence Beck
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Written on 2018-09-14 at 19:11
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