The Story of Us

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    The Story of Us
    So many nights I was on that stage,

    shaking my a*s for money.

    So many nights on that pole,

    looking for my honey.

    I ate my beans,

    and shoveled snow.

    I drank every night,

    and became a sideline ho.

    Trying to find love in my purple haze,

    I couldn't see,

    the errors of my ways.

    Then one night,

    you appeared.

    It was that moment,

    that the purple haze had cleared.

    I fell so hard,

    and called you my Savior.

    I'm so sorry,

    for my unjust behavior.

    I didn't write "Dear Dad" on a whim,

    it's just that when I look in the mirror,

    I see him.

    Now,

    can you connect the pieces of my broken heart?

    Do you see,

    why I fell apart?

    By: Roy Quebedeaux

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    Poetry is either something that lives like fire inside you or else it is nothing, an empty formalized bore around which pedants can endlessly drone their notes and explanations.

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