Sunday, February 28, 2010

Abby flowing beside the creek met charley going by debras house. He really
hoped she viewed his helpless body as a home for his brilliant mind.
Charley wanted desperately for abby to love him. Handeling money left him lonely but rich. Abby called him chuck a name for a biker not a wheelchair bound diaper man.
He saw her racing the wind each morning and he made sure to be daily vehicle traffic on her path. Abby never stopped. She kept catapulting toward him barely missing his kiss. He lifted his lips in hope in vain.

By Abey Weitzman
October 11, 2009

1 comment:

  1. This is a wonderful poem as well as a great story. Abey, you are a poet!
    Love from Papa

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