like a wild, old filly
you corralled my heart
and broke me
now you won't ride me
no sugar lumps
no carrots, no horseplay
as if led to pasture
awaiting transport
to the glue factory
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I’m calm. I’m Jenny. I’m nice. The best way to make a friend is to be one. I like that saying. When you like me, I like you more. When you figure that out, you’ll like me more or less. I write poems and true short stories. You’ll find them here. Welcome Lovers and Wreckers. xo
Jenny
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