Limerick about Jo

There’s a girl at the end called Jo.

At Writers she often does show.

Scribbling away 

She writes stuff all day.

Until the proverbial cows come home.

By Alistair Maxwell

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Invisible Friends - Poem

Echoes of the past,

Distant memories that were meant to last.

Looked upon with a soft smile,

Why am I the one on trial?

Being that close, then drifting apart

Puts a strain on the heart.

For you have changed me,

You have made me stronger, wiser.

I may not be able to decipher the complicated way you work,

It is indeed a lot of guesswork,

For you turned away,

without a reason,

without a chance.

You chose to be that invisible friend,

without the chance for me to comprehend.

Not looking back,  

perhaps its time for that to be reciprocal.

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