Do fiddle together, they say,
as if man lust were in want
when his smooth, cool music
fingers my girly drives
are I ugly – not gorgeous?
Some waxy, like rust,
saying one of thousand
not sad, but like rain
are sky-suited.
(Fridays are Magnetic Poetry day. Play online. Image from personal collection.)
I love the image.
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Thank you!
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I love reading your magnetic poetry! You always create some interesting images.
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It takes me a few tries. Some of them are just not doable.
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It is a challenge.
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I really should try this–maybe tonight, thanks!
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Oh do!
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🙂 🙂
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