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Read MoreSo senorita, lay turkey under tinsel and tell me, whose ashes are those? Beyond the cracked urn I can sniff Lori’s death as cocaine, darling, my heart remains the trampoline before your fatal fall So senorita I can hear your pulse behind the tapas who was that man who left you alone in Wales? Podria amarte? could I ever.... there is another a Mother for my foster kids who...
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I’m a sucker for people who split Spanish and English.
So this write was a pleasant surprise!
The whole poem is a gem but the ending is perfection:)Merry Christmas 🎄
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Si. Lol. You and your partner in crime mean so much to me. Thank you A
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Let it out, Rob. The grief subsides, but the hole remains. We try to find a corner of our soul to store such things in, because they aren’t going away. So, we adjust. Writing is and always will be a tonic for us. You make a good medicine man.
I had a horrible habit of sticking up for anyone that needed it, back in the day. All the younger years of fighting my brother, I didn’t realize at first how good I was at it. Nowadays I have to be smarter. I’m older, etc. But… LOL
I loved your write. The capacity to find the words to convey your thoughts isn’t always easy. But you found a way, with a great result. Write on.-
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You totally get me Mark. I’m 56 now and do I ever learn? Probably not. I have a huge scar over my eye and my dear Mam always told me to look in the mirror and learn. God love her, but I never did. Welsh Rob
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Read More“between the leaves”Midday.A shaded path beside the stream.The grass glows in the heat.Damp earth rises — sharp, clean —with a faint scent of wet bark.A first gustturns.A curl of dust rises at my feet.The air carries a metal tang.The...
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Merry Christmas dearest Tim I will miss you until then ❤️
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Thank you, Crimsin. 🙂
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Merry Christmas Tim and have a wonderful New Year
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Same to you, Fia. 🙂
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You better get back in here! You’re missed!
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Thank you, Styx. Much appreciated. 🙂
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Merry Christmas, Tim. You’re missed my friend. Appreciate you.
Damian
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Thank you, Damian. Same here.
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I miss you my friend. Looking forward to reading more of your great writing next year.
John
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I appreciate your comment, John. Thank you.
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Merry Christmas Tim!🎄
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Thanks, Adelly. Same here. 🙂
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This is a something you will have to ponder on and hope to get the answer to.
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thank you lovely Fia I got an answer it just wasn’t the one I wanted I appreciate you ❤️
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![Profile picture of Damian DeadLove]()
Powerfully penned, Brenda. Incredible write my friend. Appreciate you.
Damian
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Thank you graciously dearest Damian I appreciate you 🙂
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Fantastic, my friend.
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You are a diamond H. I just wish you believed in yourself a liitle bit more. Of course I have moved on, but I still climb into an empty bed. Someone whispered a secret to me – they told me Bruges is so romantic in the spring
What a Xmas day that was. My niece is so blonde and attractive and some twat couldn’t keep his hands to himself. No one, and I mean no one, fucks with my family. He was a short little prick (and I never use height as a bully boy tactic) but boy, he got it. My Dad would have been proud of me. End of.
Nothing more to write Hon. xx