Poems ✍️
Poems ✍️
19.08.2026
14
A New Dilemma
She was not happy
to be left, like surplus iron
and promptly visited
the night after the deal.
She whispered sweetly
that whatever 'she' can do,
meaning the new one,
by the name of Juliette,
she'd beat it by a tractionless
and bumpy, rain-soaked
country mile. And would I,
if it came down to it,
welcome her back,
even as second fiddle?
I said I would.
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