In San Antone

 




“In San Antone”

 

It was a quiet night, in San Antone.

He knew everything, what she owned.


She packed up her things and headed South.

He used some words, he would always badmouth.


She couldn’t stand his evil ways,

living with him, with a foot in the grave.

 

She had to run far away,

it took some time, just a few days.


Her mother told her, he was a mess.

She bought some things and a new dress.

 

William J. Roney III

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