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you make me smile dearest Keith great write 💕
Thanks Brenda. You rock! xox
Intensely penned, Keith. Appreciate you.
Damian
Thanks my friend.
Why not? Intense piece of ink, my friend 💕
Appreciate that Duende. xo
Superb.
Thanks Thomas. Appreciate it.
Got to make it happen haha. I always enjoy a dark read.
Thanks Nick.
Take an extravagant theme, add a big pinch of dark humour, a hint of weirdness, and use extraordinary writing skills and make a short, precise poem out of the ingredients – perfectly done, Keith ! xoxo
Hello Sappho. This piece came to me when I saw a younger couple arguing in their car. It looked heated and the two were verbally shouting at one another in a parking lot. Quite embarrassing as onlookers were staring. I don’t know what it was about or who was right or wrong. However, the young woman was really pretty. Sexy enough to take out to lunch. And a short poem was created. Thanks my loving friend. xoxxo