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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=451600" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Freedom From Martyrdom</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">As I carried a glass of hot milk at night, <br>I believe has Tryptophan, helps sleep tight.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Passed by his door slightly ajar, hand on mouse<br>Eyes glued to the lap top, pin dropp silence in the house.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I promised myself to confront him next day<br>And say in an even and firm tone this is no way.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Next morning at nine o clock rang his cell phone.<br>Checking his mail he muttered please leave me alone.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Hesitantly he took the call, and raised his voice in irritation, <br>What, a call from centre for de addiction and rehabilitation? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Glared at me, if only looks could kill; you need help you do; <br>Please do I as I say, I blurted, or else I am sure to leave you.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He didn’t even pause, said allow me to make reservations.<br>Totally unprepared, was aghast at his curt suggestion.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I kept mum feeling defeated and a lot helpless.<br>This case is closed, beyond reason and hopeless.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I sought solace in the wisdom of a girl friend.<br>After hearing my tale, gave me strong coffee blend.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The point is I doubt if he will take any notice<br>If you make a case for </div><div style="margin:10px 0">bigamy and call the police.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">With his eyes off you, dear now finally you have freedom.<br>Make most of it and forget about theatrics and martyrdom.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Let’s weigh the pros and cons; there are some perks<br>Those come with a married tag, think before dumping the jerk.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Make a life independent of him, travel and follow your dream<br>Now, you smile, come lets go to the bar for Bailey's Irish cream</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Be glad for small mercies: its just a mouse trap.<br>What if it were a woman fluttering her eye lids on his lap</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Why care who sits on his lap and where his hands are, <br>In mock exasperation we chortled in the lounge bar..</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Mamta+Agarwal">Mamta Agarwal</a><div class=q>
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