You glare at me with a look that could sour grapes on the vine Full of contempt and just a little crazy I take it as a sign
Our affair is history Friendship notwithstanding Your words are now snide I have zero tolerance for this excursion to lunacy I never signed up for that ride
I have been writing poetry since I was a child and it has helped in the good times and bad times. I am always looking within to find the answers to life's problems and to write thought-provoking poetry and prose.
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Christine
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Good one!
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Thanks!!
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You’re welcome 😉
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Wonderfully penned and well stated, I must add! 😉
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Very powerful one Christine…
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Thank you so much 😊
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I hear ya! And wanted to let you know I moved from “word-whelmed”–keeping a lower profile, hopefully, but had to follow you again 🙂 ❤
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‘…with a look that could sour grapes on a vine’ – brilliant!
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Thanks! I thought it more poetic than to say a look that could have stopped a clock! 🙂
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