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No More T.V.
larrylark

We smile, holding each other close,
 1
something not done for a while.
 2
and sigh, contemplating the stylish rubble
 3
we have made of our lives.
 4
 
 
We said, “No more T.V. nights.
 5
We will talk through our troubles.
 6
Iron out the flaws.
 7
Break out of this bubble,
 8
pull aside the curtain of uncertainty
 9
placed between us."
 10
 
 
One hour later
 11
we watch some fussing food faddy
 12
extolling the gourmet virtues
 13
of a cockle stew on the I-Pad
 14
“You just couldn’t resist.” he mockingly laughs,
 15
while blowing a kiss.
 16
“What a pair of saddo’s.”
 17
 
 
Maddeningly he’s right.
 18
Actions speak louder than words.
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but all I’ve heard this hour
 20
is her gentle breathing.
 21
Head resting on my shoulder.
 22
Fingers entwined in mine.
 23
A distant burble from a small screen,
 24
vanishing beyond a point of light.
 25

3 Nov 16

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This could be Larry 'book on a shelf' Lark.
But if cockle stew's a new kind of porn then maybe not.
 — unknown

This one has obviously warmed the cockles of testicles and so it should being a load of old balls.

Larry booked his place on the shelf Lark
 — larrylark

In some wayfaring way, while stanza 3 is probably the most is the most ambitious, its probably the least successful. 17-18 clunky.

Vote for a modified 3-4 jambalaya
 — sixtywatt

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