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   pauldwaite
   

   May 1st, 2007 at 19:38

   “The” other? My dear, merely the next on the list :)
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   Ingrid
   

   May 1st, 2007 at 23:10

   OK Paul, especially for you, a rewrite of the last verse:

   “He finds his phone
   begins to text
   Is it Ann or Jane
   he’s seeing next?”

   Better? Makes him a bigger bastard for sure :-)
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   Jaci
   

   May 1st, 2007 at 23:59

   OUCH. Tell me this isn’t a true story.
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   grigorisgirl
   

   May 2nd, 2007 at 00:22

   I like it.
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   Ingrid
   

   May 2nd, 2007 at 10:16

   @Jaci – well I saw something like this happening at the airport. I don’t know who the guy was going to call with his mobile, maybe he just called his office or his mother – but anyway – that was the inspiration for this poem.

   Thinking about it it’s not that often I write about the dark side of love.
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   Jill
   

   May 2nd, 2007 at 12:06

   Ouch indeed. But I like it too.
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   Kate
   

   May 2nd, 2007 at 16:16

   Ouch … too close to the bone. Great poem

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