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Hot head, short fuse,
Sorry for the abuse.
Forgive the heel to butt,
I just treat you like my mutt.
Cushy bed, hot meal.
Make amends, begin to heal.
Now do me till I squeal,
That’ll seal the deal.
Lucille . . . ?
Image: Pixabay
Hot head, short fuse,
Sorry for the abuse.
Forgive the heel to butt,
I just treat you like my mutt.
Cushy bed, hot meal.
Make amends, begin to heal.
Now do me till I squeal,
That’ll seal the deal.
Lucille . . . ?
Hey Karina!
I’ve really loved your blog and recently nominated you for The Blooming Blog Award. Do make a post, and select your nominees as well! Here’s my post:
https://lavanyasaysblog.wordpress.com/2017/05/23/tadaa/
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Thanks for thinking of me. I am traveling right now, but I will check out the award later on. It may take me a while,but I will eventually get to it for sure. Thanks again!
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No problem! Have a nice time! 🙂
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That vicious circle…
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Hmm. This is one of your more abstract poems. I gather Lucille had enough and left…. or at least I hope she did!
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Got that right, sistuh.
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Run far, far away, Lucille! Remember that Kenny Rogers song, Lucille? Your poem reminds me of it.
Can I be your bro if Poet Rummager is your sistuh?
~PR
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Shore thang!
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