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PIEDMONT'S POEM
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JOURNAL#2 his name is John
he's ever so sweet
he's the best man in the world
and the boy up the street
I've told him I love him
and now he's ran the opposite way
How can I amend matters
what is there left to say
this cold shoulder he has turned
on me is hard to accept
in the workings called love I'm not inept
yet still I love you John
in my own unique and selfless way
you, my sweet idiot
are the sunshine in my own private May........
(written Nov. 6,1989)
