Monday, April 6, 2015


The Wagging Tongue

When I was a girl, a lifetime
ago, I never dreamed of a
tall handsome stranger
entering my life to sweep me
off my metaphorical feet. But I
did manage to sweep a boy my
age who more than fulfilled
the promise of my feverish
dreams, off his feet. Now that
we're old, that mysterious
stranger has finally appeared
to challenge for his place in
my esteem by his amorous
advances. My husband doesn't 
really mind since my new suitor
while dark and handsome, is
also the merest runt of a dog.


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