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Hi Chris, such an honest write. Mornings can be and are the often the most difficult part of the day for some. I hear you. Moved by your words and the struggle I felt contained within. The title says it all. The other Chris
Have a good break Tim. Come back refreshed. Chris
Dear Betty, the eyes are the mirrors of the soul. It is usually the first point of contact and it can be the one that leads into temptation lol. This is beautifully penned. Lovely writing. I have yet to post here. Still trying to navigate the strangeness. Chris
Some say you should never go back. Not me, I am a great one for nostalgia. Things change, not always for the better, but memories last a lifetime. Fabulous poem and your latest book title too. I love our bovine friends. Can remember walking through meadows myself as a...
How important are those gaps? Very I say when it comes to overcrowding. Nothing like a bit of space to rectify a problem. This poem is so bloomin clever. Must have been inspired by young Astrid. Blind Siamese twins really made me laugh. Such fun here Neville. Love your...