One more piece of cake,
One more shot of booze,
One more one night stand
does not give what’s
missing in this oh so
empty hand.
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Source of Inspiration 
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Well first things that came to mind was the song
Looking for love in all the wrong places
Yes a little Sunday humor
How many men get lost trying to fulfill the male ego fantasy we were taught as little boys
Be a man
Do not cry
Trophies won validate manhood
Women become trophies for male egos
Seems dehumanizing for all us
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yep! hugs, pat
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You brought the picture to life so perfectly. The elusive void we all seek. I can so very easily go spiritual and say that what we seek is found within, which is also quite true; however, we’re also human and as humans, once finding what it is to be found within, we also seek that loving partner, as well as a tribal connection. Hmmm, I used the word connection, that too, a collective/source connection too fills that void. My goodness, so many voids, time to play in nature! ❤ Kimberly
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Well said, thanks Kimberly. hugs, pat
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You’re so welcome Pat, truly enjoyed it mucho much. ❤
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but I would replace the heart in place of hand. My hand is most often full while my heart remains hungry………en theos…..jim
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The word “hand” was a bit of poetic license…knowing that people would read “heart.” Our hearts often have an empty spot that nothing seems to fill. hugs, pat
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Pat……point taken…en theos…jim
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Oh I can SOOOOO relate to this poem!
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Yes, RD, I expect all of us can at times…sometimes all too often. hugs, pat
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