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- Share a poem with us today?Dirty Low Downs. Like all of us, sometimes lost sometimes found. Sometimes scared. Sometimes fearlessly captured. Sometimes hooked. Sometimes raptured. Set free, but usually only after a great-disaster. That Dirty-Low-Down, sets in, wants to be your friend. Fight it my friend. Let God step in. Step-away for some time, and reflection. Find yourself deep within, turn in the right direction. Kick to the curb my friend, that thing that brought you down; Be it alcohol, sex, speed, heroin, pills. That Dirty-Low-Down. T.A. Dieringer.Like
- Share a poem with us today?How can I miss you, if you won't leave? How can I love you, if you love me? How can I convince you that I have no desire; To be any sort of flame in your fire? How can I convince you not to stay? What things can I say, to just make you go away? Just tell me what foods, you refuse to eat. And I will have them served to you, my treat. How can I miss you when you won't go away? How can I convince you; I don't want you to stay? I moved all of your things out, on the yard. But you just smiled at me in the bright-early-dawn, as I noticed a tent on my front-lawn, with you standing there shouting; "Yes Free-Rent, thanks Don!" And you knowing all along that my name was Ray. For the love of God, why did I ever ask her to stay? How can I miss you when you just won't go away? T.A. DieringerLike
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