what about this one

Okay....i'll bite. What about it?
Yr not writin' enough, kid.

Olah, Daniel of the Saxaphone  
 
since you bited:  there is a poet sifting through my stuff to find publishable scribbles, the title is a temporary attenation grabber. if it gets picked I might change it  
 
you are right and I am currently gently trying to remedy. your presense always puts a shine in my eyes. thanks for that, good fellow

Any time, Pal.

🤔really. I'd like that bottle.

bottle? I bet you've a lake of it to swim in

appreciate your footprints, lady

hey there Eamonn I miss your pen
and the way you think
great write ❤

Hullo, Crims

you can have my pen anytime, lady. thanks bunches for dropping in and leaving your thoughts

*hat tip

I'm thinking whatever they paid for that Timotei, they should be getting at least a partial refund. It's not even salon quality. If I had to guess, though, it was probably rum, and it was probably £25.99 :)  

on an editorial note, unless that "wathever" stands for "what the hell ever", we'll need to be changing it to "whatever" :)

Cute li'l blurb
*cow tip

“... the youth you drank still wears you” is a gorgeous line. This has the air of a folk song about it, which is probably just down to the authenticity of your voice. There's never any bullshit, no what Stephen King called “look how nice I'm writing ma!” stuff.

Syble

welcome back, man.  

an image struck me and I got stuck into it  :), I can live with folk songy and offer the words thanks much by way of thanks to you for the presence and kind words

Makes me think the fountain of youth was a myth and it was always what was in the bottle. I love this ditty muchly mister. :)

Kind of make me thinks of how youth is not only fleeting, but kinda plastic if you think about it. It’s everything that we run away from being in the first place. Almost as lingering as the smell of timotei that still haunts my nostrils from childhood.

Interesting reflection here.

Told you I'd be reading more.

I like this one too.  Subtle, tongue-in-cheek positive inuendos -- and a wonderful compliment to the object (subject) of your affection.  Can't pay for some things:  they're priceless.

Sincerely

cab

Aloha

this is one of my favorite poems written. I appreciate your fondness of it, makes me feel its decent enough even theirs nothing into my book

thanks  mountains for your thoughts, good fellow

"Still wears you", I like this.  This made me think for a second.  Thanks for sharing.

Hullo and welcome

glad you liked, thank you for saying, and thank you for stopping by in the first place

I don't think I know what I read but I like the feeling.