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When a brunch goes bad
By cadymae
The false bright hellos
were frosty by brandy time
color
high under the
Avon blush of middle-age
"how dare she"
huffed against
the etched glass double doors
Regrets
for next time
already being drafted
as Charlie drove down the
road.
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Copyright 2012 cadymae
Published on Wednesday, July 11, 2012.
Filed under:
"Poetry"
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On Thursday, July 12, 2012, cadymae
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wrote:
thanks for the kind feedback all. Can ya smell the bad perfume that would be at a brunch like that? Bleech! :)
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On Thursday, July 12, 2012, FadedBlues
(2169) wrote:
...can't make everyone happy, no matter how festive the occasion...
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A former member wrote:
I can't explain why, though I feel very much a part of this piece...like a direct observer of some sort. This felt so real to me...thank you for that.
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