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NO POEMS AT THE GROCERY STORE!
I’d writ enough; he’d take no more!
It wasn’t what we came here for.
THIS from the husband I adore.
He’d come here in a hungry mood,
Expecting just to buy some food.
To write for fun would just be rude—
And would not help his attitude!
My fingers itched to grab a pen,
To capture words and pull them in.
My patience here was wearing thin:
I longed to stop and write again!
With feelings shocked and sad heart sore,
I blindly shopped and pondered o’er
These words he’d never said before:
NO POEMS AT THE GROCERY STORE!

GwennonR
June 10, 2016

For the poem behind the poem, look up “Envy”, a few postings back.

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