(4 April 1928 - 28 May 2014 / )

They Went Home

They went home and told their wives,
that never once in all their lives,
had they known a girl like me,
But... They went home.

They said my house was licking clean,
no word I spoke was ever mean,
I had an air of mystery,
But... They went home.

My praises were on all men's lips,
they liked my smile, my wit, my hips,
they'd spend one night, or two or three.
But...

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I like this poem but its a sad poem
I think im going to add this poet as my best of all time
Smoke in the air the smell of fire, running home before dark. Old friends, memories. Tall trees and bright stars. This is home. Mom is going to be mad if i'm not home soon. Breath burns my lungs, heart pounding. I can see the light, lone house on north street. Delicious smells wafting me closer, i miss this place. Feet running through wet grass sending mud up my back. Laughter all around me. River rushing in the distance. This is my home.
Nice poem
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