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By Isabella Svenska Submitted by Isabella Svenska Date: 2002 Apr 19 Comment on this Work [[2002.04.19.23.39.29980]] |
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The freedom of the knowledge Knowing that I was not replaced By someone more special or beautiful or more intelligent or charming Or more generous or loving Or more intellectual or kind Gratification. Finally. The moment I learned they did not marry in a church or at a beautiful hall or at a park with a beautiful view With hundreds of guests and posh food and ice sculptures Nor did their families attend to witness thier love for each other Nope. They were married in City Hall by a Judge. ...without family or friends present. Which confirms the last thing he said to me Which was "Hey, maybe I will be just like my mom..." "How's that?" I said "Well, this marriage to you was my first one..." "Yeahhhh?" I said "Well, maybe the thirds time's a charm for me too - ya' know?" So, this is simply the next number in the sequence One step closer to that magical number three An exercise in futility if you will, for the second time And once he hits number three... I hear he'll receive a set of steak knives that can cut through beer cans And a worthless copy of Men are from Mars, etc... Well, you get the point. |