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Alison![]() ![]() ![]()
since 2008-01-27
Posts 9318Lumpy oatmeal makes me crazy!
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If I had a stick to carry I wouldn’t walk softly. ... Baby birds nest; their mother fusses and flits when I appear. ... Did we say to heck with spell check? It just takes a sec. |
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Alison![]() ![]() ![]()
since 2008-01-27
Posts 9318Lumpy oatmeal makes me crazy! |
It would break my heart if you forgot to share yourself with me. |
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Sunshine
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
![]() Hugging you... Whether it fits the guidelines or not, I certainly appreciate the way your mind works! |
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Balladeer
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since 1999-06-05
Posts 25505Ft. Lauderdale, Fl USA |
Love the second one, Alison ![]() Last line of the first one has a syllable too many. You're doing good, though ![]() |
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Alison![]() ![]() ![]()
since 2008-01-27
Posts 9318Lumpy oatmeal makes me crazy! |
I tried to say "wouldn't" really fast as if it had one syllable. It was the five shot latte coursing through my veins. I was speeding. Thank you for deciding to hang out with those of us who are participating. I appreciate you, Mr. Balladeer. Sunshine, darling - hugs and kisses flying your way. |
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Balladeer
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-05
Posts 25505Ft. Lauderdale, Fl USA |
Those lattes are also responsible for the word "squeet", instead of let's go eat. Just say NO to Starbucks while writing poetry ![]() |
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