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Dream 3 24 20
Dream 3 24 20
Her blithe was the only thing contagious
When her laughter
Was the yeast that raised my bread
Without infecting the moment
With itchy moods
Her blithe was the only thing contagious
When her laughter
Was the yeast that raised my bread
Without infecting the moment
With itchy moods
Published 25th Mar 2020
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25th Mar 2020 6:09pm
25th Mar 2020 6:54pm
Thank you so much archetype23. Glad you enjoyed this and especially those last lines. This was a light side poem for me. :)
John
John
31st Mar 2020 3:53am
Agree with archetype... Cleverly worded, and well expressed :)
Liked this, goldenmyst!
Liked this, goldenmyst!
31st Mar 2020 5:04am
Thank you so much NewBeginnings. Love knowing this was cleverly worded. :)
John
John
