Whom Invite?
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Whom invite into my life?
Some younger man perhaps in tight
Jeans and well muscled in arms?
To curl me in his soft, soft web of lies?
To wrap me in a tissue of falsehoods?
touching, tangling me within a web
Of soft silken words?
Only to find they are all blown away
as if on a springtime wind.
Springtime rains, a shower of
reality and my faded glories?
Who invite into my life?
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