Wednesday, June 10, 2009

THERE ARE TIMES

THERE ARE TIMES
it was the morning
and the sun was coming in
through the windows
but I was looking at the flames
licking up from the gas fire place
with the fake wooden logs.
she was staring out a window
sitting there in her pink pajamas
nestling a cup of coffee
when she turned gently
and said to me, “you know, babe,
there are times when I really
just want to punch you in the face.”
I reached out and pinched her butt
and said, “you know, babe,
there are times when I feel the same about you.”

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