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LOVE POEMS
By RoseMary McDaniel
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PSEUDO-SENTIMENTAL SOLILOQUY
I am like an empty pot
Once filled with sweet, red jam.
Now, left with but love's residue,
How stuck with grief I am.
My mind is full of clinging thoughts.
A bit of hope still blooms
An untidy mess love leaves
When its sweetness, it consumes.
Can my heart be free again
In a sudsy scrubbing of my mind?
Or, would sticky, tricky love,
Leave a film behind?