There are likes and dislikes
As we plod along in life.
Never do I dwell too long
On what has caused me strife.
Each persons temperment
Can't be always sugar coated.
Nor can I, who express words,
Understand the hurt they can do.
Left by my door step, as
The mail man always rings twice.
The usual adds and junk mail,
But always missing the one from you.
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Love ya!
Jane