He was an old friend,
Who came to see her,
Now and then.
And he chattered to no  end.

Filling up the void of her subconscious,
And though his presence was somewhat obnoxious,
She enjoyed his distraction,
Amusing satisfaction.

There is no one way this is even going,
The point of being, ever so annoying.
Just a skipping record, her old friend,
Who comes by to see her now and then.

Genevieve Hoskey
September, 2009
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