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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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