My so-called ex!
She said we'd be together.
She left so fast how clever.
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Salad Days
PoetrySad poems from sad and angry times. Written from a juvenile time (14 years old) to older. That's what you get when you leave a teen to ponder reality. A pen hits reality harder than high school survival. Original Art from Vivianne Rheaume
My So-Called Ex
My so-called ex!
She said we'd be together.
She left so fast how clever.
