by April Pittman
Thursday, November 18, 2004
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I had stopped loving you
and you leaving
hurt only my pride and
And my clinging
was only a reflex
a simple muscle spasm.
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|Reviewed by Jeremy Vaeni
|Gosh, Ape, what happens to all the LOVE poems when the poets have a brief flash of honesty and all at once realize this IS "love"?
Yeah. You're always ahead of the pack.
|Reviewed by Dana Matthews (Reader)
|"If" is a very big word at times,
Little poem with a big thought.
T C - D a n a
|Reviewed by Daniel McTaggart
|That's probably something many women in that situation never take the time to consider. But those who do may already find themselves healthier and happier. Once the "spasms" stop, they can make their own way to happiness.|