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By Laurel Ahlfeld Date: 2001 May 02 Comment on this Work [[2001.05.02.00.06.27050]] |
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It seems that anymore I need a handy-man around more than a boyfriend. Someone to fill all the cracks and empty places in my broken down heart. Who'll make putty out of my knees just by calling me "darlin" or "poor sweet baby." One with the finest sandpaper to take away all my hurt, fears, and regrets with just a little time and patience. The owner of one powerful flashlight, which will only be used upon necessity if I get lost in the darkness of everyday life. He must have the world's largest tape measurer so we can watch our love grow...and grow...and grow. A man who's good with a screwdriver. In case I accidentally twist his words around and he must untwist them again. A most unusual fellow who'd let me borrow his crowbar every time we went out. Of course that would be to pry the women off of him. Perhaps one who likes to paint, so we can cover and forget what's in the past. Maybe he'll even have a tool bench where we can lay everything out when things get too cluttered and confusing. But most of all I'd like him to have a nice, strong ladder that will last through all the ups and downs. |