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Sep 21
The sun's hot rays nibbled lovingly at my face like an excited puppy.
It’s warming glow shrinking the coldness within me.
“Relax!” I urged my whirling mind, “let it go.”
Her words refused to obey, banished for a second
before charging back into my thoughts like that excited,
untrained puppy refusing to ”Stay!”  
I watched the birds swooping and diving in the azure sky,
but I did not take them in.
I only saw her face, that face, as she said those words.
The words tore through me, the puppy now snapping like a wolf.
Those words, all I could hear, those words.
"Stop leaving the ****** tea bags in the sink!"
Surely can't be only me?
Glen Gormley
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Glen Gormley  62/M/N.Ireland
(62/M/N.Ireland)   
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