We men are complicated,
Despite what females implicated…
Memories intersect
And reconnect,
At first they seem unrelated.
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One lady reminds me of Mother,
What is worn, often of another…
Who made it clear
I was to her dear,
Until she discovered another!
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“Firsts” stick to male minds,
When later reminded, we seem blind…
We may recall
If we do at all,
The memory of the first of that kind!
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Won’t go into details here,
But there was a maid who held me dear…
Until that day
She Β pushed me away,
Finding someone else quite near!
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Men and women cherish memory,
Of things we did happily…
Experience
We react to hence,
In a positive light, hopefully.
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–Jonathan Caswell