Cold, Hot, and Warm

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    Cold, Hot, and Warm
    I hate the cold.
    He treats me like I am
    invisible.
    He thinks he can control
    everything because he
    has money.

    I hate the hot.
    He treats me like I am
    a slut.
    He lies to me and makes
    me pay his bills. He said
    I am his number one but
    I am his number fourteen.

    I love the warm.
    He treats me right and he
    has a heart. He may be
    shy, dark and handsome.
    Sure he can impress a
    woman.

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    Poetry is not a turning loose of emotion, but an escape from emotion.

    T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) American-English poet and playwright.

    baddreams’s Poems (19)

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    Night not morning 2 04/13/2009
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    Jealousy 1 03/29/2009
    Little baby sister 0 03/16/2009
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    The Night is Young 3 03/12/2009
    Fog 2 03/12/2009
    Cold, Hot, and Warm 1 03/10/2009
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