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First Love

He stole her youth - she was young and naive. He was older - he made her laugh, and promised to love her forever. He was her first love - she believed in him. She got pregnant - they got married. He cheated on her for years – she was the last to know. Twenty-one years later - she still celebrates the day her divorce was final.

Added by Nancy Crossman on March 17, 2009 at 10:33am — 3 Comments

A Sonnet For The Homeless

Where do they go in the daytime?

Seems I never see them around.

Maybe they’re not that obvious,

Or they don’t want to be found.



If they were standing right next to me,

Wouldn’t I know somehow?

Don’t they look different from you and me?

I was sure they did, until now.



They are the poor and homeless,

With no place to call their own,

I’ve seen them sleeping in the streets,

A cardboard box their home.



Some of them have… Continue

Added by Nancy Crossman on March 16, 2009 at 8:25pm — 5 Comments

Dejavu

There’s something familiar about it all,

Have I been here before?

My life’s become a dejavu,

And it’s happening more and more.



Perhaps I existed somewhere else,

In another place and time.

Maybe the human spirit lives on,

And dejavu is a sign.



Events are chillingly accurate,

Could my future be my past?

Is this a movie in progress?

And am I part of the cast?



Alas I am left to ponder,

Things I cannot explain,

I… Continue

Added by Nancy Crossman on March 16, 2009 at 8:22pm — 4 Comments

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