She said:
You know you are the one adored
You never leave me wanting more
When we sank down onto the floor
Or even up against the door
My love, you always seem to score
Like waves caressing sandy shores
The poets need to learn your lore
It’s been more times than three or four
You’ve shaken me right to the core
Your love into my heart you pour
And that is why you’re so adored.
The Bag Lady 
You should introduce me to this young man 🙂
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That can’t be poetry no one lost a limb 🙂
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I don’t write poetry, I just ramble about thoughts that come to me in the middle o😉f the night….
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I don’t write poetry either but the words rhyme 🙂 Middle of the night ramblings are the best kind though.
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Especially if they are shared.
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Wait until the guys with the white suit that buckles at the back turn up at your door with your friends saying “We think it’s in your best interest if you come with us.” then sharing all those brain farts doesn’t seem so good 🙂
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I won’t be surprised to see them!
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My advice is to not resist, the padded rooms aren’t that bad.
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Speaking from (gasp) experience?
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Now that would be telling tales. And the crazy persona in my head might not like that.
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There was a young man, as there always is
Who thought that poetry skills were not his
But he was a great writer
Thought his text could be tighter
And found writing to be the best biz!
😂😂😂😂
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