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Jolie said November 10, 2008

Posted by vsap in Blogroll, Poetry.
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“Go home,” Jolie said,

as cold as it was bold.

I was stunned then laughed

chagrined and nonplussed.

This was a way to hold her hand,

I thought, although ancient,

it was a way to do this, casually.

Drinking and smoking are fun,

Jolie, but their effects wear off,

and you are left with you.

I am not, and older and wiser,

I move to the next waif, in hopes.

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