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australian formal poetry, Australian traditional poetry, Formal poetry, limerick, Limerick poem, Limerick poetry, poem, poetry
At a party I saw an old flame.
Found my feelings for her were the same
As they’d been long ago
But her words dealt a blow
When she said: “Sorry – what was your name?”
Sandra Conner said:
I love this. It definitely happens. But then, it also often happens that the one we thought we loved but couldn’t have turns out to be such a pig when we meet them again that we just thank God for sparing us from our own desires.
I hopped over here to check your site because I haven’t seen anything from you coming up in my Reader in several weeks. I guess I lost you somehow. That’s happened with other bloggers I follow. I’ll just ‘unfollow’ you and then ‘follow’ again and see if that fixes it.
Dennis N. O'Brien said:
Thanks Sandra – WordPress up to its tricks as usual….
Jonathan Caswell said:
Reblogged this on By the Mighty Mumford and commented:
THE ULTIMATE SNUB—AND MIND CRASH!!!!
Dennis N. O'Brien said:
Glad you liked it.
thebardonthehill said:
Amnesia is the Milk of Magnesia for old flickering love.