Stue P Dassol's blog: "Poems"

A Woman's Poem He didn't like the casserole And he didn't like my cake. He said my biscuits were too hard... Not like his mother used to make. I didn't perk the coffee right He didn't like the stew, I didn't mend his socks The way his mother used to do. I pondered for an answer I was looking for a clue. Then I turned around and smacked the shit out of him... Like his mother used to do

sex is like snow... You'll never know how many inches... or How long it will last... Jason Wade Barnes

last night I went out for a bit, and I friend of mine showed me this, and gave me permission to use it, so I am going to: Love does not consist of gazing aimlessly at one another or into one another eyes; but always looking together in the same direction... Jason Wade Barnes

This is goodbye, we are no more I love you, get going, there is the door No longer together, alone once again "I don't need you, Good Bye, I have no room for men" Good luck out there, I shall miss you so Goodbye now, I love you, time for me to go I'll see you around, better say hi to me Don't worry I will, you'll surely see Do I believe you, no not at all Been here before, it's made me fall Will it this time, no way, that's for sure Older and wiser, this time I know the score The truth would be nice, yes it would Feelings are hurt, either way, as they could But this is goodbye, I bid you adieu Vaya con dios, Ciao, I love you