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Goodbye to a Co Worker a poem

November 17, 2011

If only our eyes were

meant to be the daggers

that glare

upon the subject

that gets bestowed upon us,

they would all be

dead and buried

in the hellish place

we wish upon.

Yet our colorful eyes

are only meant for kindness

and we either

choose to forgive and forget

and give our love

or we choose

to omit our

enemies and aquaintances

and leave them

in the dust.

And some are

a part of our lives

on some level beyond

our control

but might as well

live in Rome

as far as we’re concerned.

And truth be told,

her face would surely break my camera.


Jennifer Jo Fay

November 18, 2011


I wrote this one two or three weeks ago after quitting my job. 


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