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	<title>Knot My Line &#187; Poetry</title>
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		<title>Life Is Never Easy</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 14 Dec 2006 08:03:21 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Papa Joe</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Finally sated with the rest I needed Today, I drove to town Not the big city I’m not that rested But the little village nearby Astride the river A little diner attracted me I lunched on my favorite breakfast, An omelet Filled with bacon, cheese and onions Covered with salsa and Tabasco No bagel though, this [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Finally sated with the rest I needed<br />
Today, I drove to town<br />
Not the big city<br />
I’m not that rested<br />
But the little village nearby<br />
Astride the river<span id="more-22"></span></p>
<p>A little diner attracted me<br />
I lunched on my favorite breakfast, An omelet<br />
Filled with bacon, cheese and onions<br />
Covered with salsa and Tabasco<br />
No bagel though, this was a rustic eatery</p>
<p>My waitress, whom I greatly admired<br />
And complimented with a question<br />
“How can such a beauty as you lack a ring on her finger?”<br />
Sadly she replied that her husband of ten years died last year<br />
Embarrassed by the now revealed rudeness of my question</p>
<p>I drew her to me and told her of my son<br />
Gone for now these many painful years<br />
She paused in her chores and reached for my hand<br />
And soothed me with understanding words<br />
And emotions</p>
<p>We parted and I left<br />
Shaken I took a round-about way back home<br />
The constant drizzle and dreary skies<br />
Echoed my mood</p>
<p>About a mile from home<br />
A figure before me on the road<br />
A young girl<br />
With no rain coat or hat<br />
Just slacks and a soaking wet sweater</p>
<p>Her thumb was out<br />
Normally I pass such people<br />
But this was in the middle of nowhere<br />
I inquired, “Can I help?”<br />
“Please drive me to the City” she responded pleadingly</p>
<p>I opened the door and in she jumped<br />
“What to do?” I pondered<br />
She told a cock and bull story of her plight<br />
Jennifer she gave as her name, or was it Jessica<br />
I wasn’t paying attention</p>
<p>My mind was occupied with wondering if I had erred in picking her up<br />
Fourteen she gave as her age<br />
Although physically she appeared older<br />
Her face was that of a fourteen year old</p>
<p>I drew her out with talk of schools and family<br />
She spoke of her Mother with affection<br />
They were friends she said<br />
Her Father was gone from their lives</p>
<p>She seemed quite real except for her story<br />
A fairy tale of abduction<br />
But she had not been assaulted and was unharmed she said<br />
She did not want the police involved</p>
<p>I told her I did not believe her<br />
But I felt that she was and would be okay<br />
The twenty mile ride quickly was over<br />
Her clothes had dried</p>
<p>She said she wanted to walk home<br />
Her Mother would be disturbed that she had taken a ride from a stranger<br />
I dropped her near the youth center and returned home<br />
Wondering all the while and still<br />
About this wonderful, painful and mysterious life</p>
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