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THE DEED
by
Lucille Bellucci
He told me a dream he had the night before
In a country seen nowhere
but in dreams
Sentenced to execution, he held me
and asked me
this conundrum
Are you pleased to have me love you
more than
you love me?
He said I nodded
while at his back I slipped in
the knife
The executioner was I
But he only said, Don't worry, it doesn't
hurt. You are doing it
exactly
right
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| Reviewed by Linda Law |
1/12/2009 |
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| Lucille...you picked the right time to leave me Lucille...just like Kenny Rogers sings...whew...that was certainly out in left field...but...interesting to say the least...dreams...wow.. reality?? hope not.. hugs, lindalaw |
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| Reviewed by Karen Palumbo |
1/12/2009 |
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Interesting concept, but in reality far from the truth. Leaving one to wonder....
Be always safe,
Karen |
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