It’s a desert out there. And I was parched.

I’ve created such a mess

I am here to confess

There’s no way for me to justify my actions

Though I’m taking all the blame

I cannot supply her name

But I offer you my unreserved retractions

I’ve been missing you so much

You know I pine for your touch

I was parched for your love and for your kindness

I really wasn’t thinking

After she and I’d been drinking

Please forgive me for my temporary blindness

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So what have you done?

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Nothing …. nothing …. I am innocent of all charges.

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September 22, 2018 at 05:08 Reply

I had two responses in mind: “et tu Brute?” and my own, “not likely, bud”

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In reality I would never, of course, even dream of such behaviour.

Well …. I might dream of it …. but can one be held responsible for one’s dreams?

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September 22, 2018 at 05:07 Reply

lol you do like to carry on … 😉
Nicely written

Tsk – Tsk.

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