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It’s the trip of a lifetime, he told me

One I’d surely never forget

I should just pack a bag and be ready

We’ll be flying on his new Lear jet

You can imagine how excited I was

To think, he asked me to fly with him

Although I knew, not where to

I went anyway, all on a whim

We flew around, for hours and hours

I had no idea where we were

In fact, I didn’t know where he was

Funny, how this didn’t occur

I fell for it, hook, line and sinker

Such a cad, he turned out to be

Now I’m jet lagged and feeling jilted

He never boarded the plane, you see




April Writing Prompt:  Jet lagged and jilted – Day 19/30

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