Dont: Jewel This one reminds me of my Diana a whole heck-o-a lot! About a decade or so ago I wrote a poem about the time I almost met Diana, but I just wasnt quick enough, I was spending the night with her sister; for the first time, and we were wrestling in front of the TV on a big bean bag chair, when I sensed that some one was in the shadows of the hall doorway staring at me, but C had told me that her big Sister was off spending the night with a friend? Hmmm, I had to catch her, so lickity-split I jumped up off C and the bean - bag, and said as I dashed into the hallway Gotta-go-pee, as I rounded the corner into the hallway, I saw her ankle and just the heel of her foot as she slipped into the second door on the left. I was impressed that she turned the knob as she silently closed her bedroom door, I walked down to her door and gently leaned against it, and I knew she was just on the other side doing the same. I titled my poem about her: The Girl in the Box
Posted on: Sat, 27 Sep 2014 16:48:39 +0000
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