
I dreamed of a big black bird
Hovering o’er the trees,
And when I woke, I wondered
If it had been an omen,
For long ago I’d heard
That a big black bird in dreams
Means one’s about to blunder–
Especially with a woman.
It’s true: I’d made a date
With a woman I’d just met
But I swear on my life
That it went against my heart,
And yet it’s not too late
To call it all off yet–
For I promised my late wife
That till death do us part.
–Photo by me
Yes, but she died, right? And it might not develop into more than some good company anyway. 🙂
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Still wouldn’t feel right.
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Ah, well tell her up front you just have to be friends. Certainly, you can keep company with female friends?
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I suppose I could. My wife was very jealous (I’ve seen her give other women black eyes) and wouldn’t approve; I guess I’m not used to the idea.
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That would indeed be a jealous bone. 🙂 But she might feel differently wherever she is–that you should at least have friends. 🙂
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Indeed! lol
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Puzzling, intrigued.
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Thank you!
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My respects, Michael. I would probably feel the same.
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Thanks, Michael.
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I liked this photo because it is really in line with the poem, which reflects (as far as an outside reader can feel) your feelings.
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it does, thank you very much!
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