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Reader's poem; A WASTE OF TIME.


I MET her on the Monday

Love was laughter

On Tuesday

Love was passionate

By Wednesday

Love was breathing, I could feel it

By Thursday

Love was mysterious and mischievous

On Friday

Love became wicked and delirious

On Saturday I was slumped down

Hunched over, clutching my coat for comfort

Wishing I was not watching

Wishing I was not hearing these screaming violins echoing

In my frightened and shattered mind.

By Sunday

Love was indefinable, or love had just vanished

Like a crystal of salt into my sliced mind.

I woke up on Monday

My eyes glaze over, I sleep the week away.

MICHAEL HARVEY, Springwell, Gateshead.
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Title Annotation:Features
Publication:Evening Chronicle (Newcastle, England)
Date:Aug 28, 2008
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