Hog-tied and greased, couldn’t squeeze past your grip--
fancied being free--thought your hold would slip.
You took me home as a trophy but wow
your sty had more stench, your treatment was fowl.
If I had wings, I’d have flown the coupe!
Sensing that, you tied me! How low you stooped.
Hog-tied and branded, you dare call that love!
Frolicking in mud, a roll in the hay,
with broken spirit ‘twas work and not play.
Overwrought, pregnant with nowhere to flee,
we stood--divided--in sheer misery.
Forced labor, then birthed, a sorrowful cry.
Life never sparked; had no gleam in her eye
too hog-tied and branded . . . drown in the crud!
Oh Sandy, my dear pen pal, I am glad you are writing of this. It will ease your frustrations. Btw, you should give lessons how to be funny in print. Some here try but annoy!
Sandra,well done. Couldn't fancy being a pig. Althought I've been called worst. (lol)
Seriously, sad write such a life of misery. Couldn't conceive the thought of using or misusing anyone.
“Being a couple yet free is our next challenge on the evolutionary ladder. This book successfully helps us unravel the myths that block that achievement. It does it with warmth, with readability, and with balance. It recreates everyday problems and
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Leland
many levels
good write
john+
lyf
tony:)
Seriously, sad write such a life of misery. Couldn't conceive the thought of using or misusing anyone.