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La Bella Confusa

...and sometimes I'll poke you with a sharp stick called "truth."

Journal created:
on 18 January 2004 (#1930252)
Updated:
on 25 July 2016
Name:
la bella confusa
Location:
Babylon, New York, United States
Website:
I'm a teacher that writes someday looking to be a writer that teaches.



I remember when I first met you.
You were in the fourth grade.
You unwrapped me with great care,
And marveled at my soft white fur.
You took me home and loved me
And a deep devotion between us grew.
Never a night we spent apart.
I kissed your hair as you drifted asleep;
I protected you from bad dreams.
Now, twelve years later
My devotion remains;
Even when I was cast aside
So some man could take my place;
Tossed on the floor like an unwanted pillow.
And then when that man left, you held me tight.
My matted fur, no longer soft and white, dried your tears
And though I doubt you felt it,
I kissed your hair
and protected you from bad dreams.


I'm not really a photographer, but here are some of my favorite photos that I've taken in recent years:
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