NOTE ON THE KITCHEN TABLE
I did not love you yesterday.
I love you even less today.
And here's my educated guess:
tomorrow I will love you less,
but by the next day it will seem
like passion, love and high esteem,
and so on at so great a rate
that by next Thursday I will hate
the very ground you walk upon,
so keep the house and car. I'm gone.
Last edited by Roger Slater; 05-20-2009 at 05:34 PM.
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