Other girls
get diamond rings
furs
and so much more.
I recall the Old Bill
banging down our
door.
Turkey, sprouts and gravy
pasted on the wall.
As your plate
flew pass my head
you stumbled
drunk
you’d fall.
Other girls have
memories
of sweetest Xmas
past.
All I have is
wondering
how long your good
will shall last.
New Year’s resolution
promises of change
so often heard.
Perhaps I should have
common sense
or not believe a word.
Leaving is an option
but let’s face what
is real.
I can’t remove you
from
under my skin
No matter how I feel.
So merry Xmas baby
bring on all your
rage
As this saga ends
I turn the final
page.
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