When he’s here, I’ll not be there. Everyone knows I’m a coward who’ll refuse his foot-in-the-door. I’ll pull the shades turn off the light throw the chain-bolt. I will be sneaky as he is punctual.
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About jacquelinecaseypoetry
Retired teacher. I write for the sheer joy of it. Prefer form over free verse. Favorite: English sonnet. Attended University of Florida and Florida Atlantic University, Taught High School English in the '70's.
Freelance Photographer for Hallmark Greeting Card Company in the '70's. Doll Design: sold my fabric/clay figures and patterns online in 1980's from here to Australia. My work appeared in major Doll magazines. Still busy writing poetry age 84 this year.
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