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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 . . . ?
Feel the Heal
Karina Pinella
Writing the Wrong, Right, and Ridiculous
Karina Pinella 
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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