Jenny was the sweetest thing at work,
Everybody loved her kind and nice ways.
She was soft spoken and always sweet,
And I, lucky guy, began going out with her.
But when I was with her and she had my
Heart, a different Jenny came out of her
And was hot tempered and often crazy.
Unable to deal with the new Jenny,
I broke up with her and moved away.
After which she tracked me down and
Stole my dog Rex, set my house on
Fire, and smashed all the windows in
My brand new car. And I still can’t get
Over how different the other version
Of the real Jenny was.
Bob Boyd
Author: BobBoyd
Age 80. Cancer survivor since 3 years ago. Work out 3 times a week. Ride my exercise bike 2 hours a day. Live a solo reclusive life. Retired a year ago from working with the elderly in a nonprofit. Started writing poetry a little over a year ago; most poems I write are fictional but some are not. Spiritual with a permanent spiritual experience. Write poems on many subjects. Always researching for many of my poems and because of my unquenchable thirst for knowledge. After reading and hearing about many near death experiences and death bed visions, I believe death is the ultimate awakening and the relocation of a lifetime. You may believe differently, but you have the right to be wrong -- I'm just messing with you. :-)
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