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| Powell's in Portland, August 2015 |
A snake bit me at the bookstore
And I pretended all was well
She turned and headed for the door
A snake bit me at the bookstore
Her guilt made her despise me more
I knew she knew that I could tell
A snake bit me at the bookstore
And I pretended all was well
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Triolet poetry inspired by a personal event.
"Her guilt made her despise me more" -- funny how people are like that, isn't it?
ReplyDeleteThe personal event must have been a very unpleasant one. I hope, at least, that any serpents infesting Powell's are purely metaphorical ones.
The inspirational incident actually took place locally in OC years ago with a bookstore nearby :)
DeleteRan into my old principal, did you? Absolute snake she was. I am sorry for your unpleasant encounter. At least she wasn't poisonous.
ReplyDeleteWe probably all know at least one…
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