Z for short

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[ottava rima]

So long, he said, strolled to the store
to buy some milk, and disappeared.
I waited long, and then some more,
my waiting turned to fear.
I yelled to north, to east I swore,
he was like vanished in thin air.
Three years went by, then came the call:
I’m home, my dear, with milk and all.

 
(c) 2013- Z for short.

Prompt: Ottava rima.
Well, at least I found the rhyming words – I give myself that, okay. :-)

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Written by Solveig Hansen

April 9, 2013 at 12:34 am

Posted in NaPoWriMo 2013, Poems

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