With each stanzaI strive for an upswing –idle thoughts leadingto a crescendo… But exhaustion plaguesmy try, and fog coloursperspicacity, so my wordsland low, goal in limbo (Image my own)
An incorrigible hagengages my loneliness –like an assassin sniffing outany scent of vulnerability I am lowering standardsthis history of imprisonmentenabling inappropriate openings I cry for new perspectiveponder after boundariesintending to defend Like an unwanted bullseyeI am pursued on repeatmalice considering mea problem to be solved Who is this old womanwhose thoughts are daggerswho calls upon […]
I believe that alligators are fast on the ground – unlike our crocs here, but who would indeed hang around? 🙂
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I suppose there’s always that one idiot….
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Well funny you should say that, there was that news story years ago of an American golfer you did get attacked 🙂
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Actually, there was a Canadian and my husband knew him – he survived, but not sure the gator did, lol.
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Lol indeed, but a fortunate escape.
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Indeed!
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Molest the alligators? 😂😂🤣. And I guess alligators hate smokers who loiter! 😂😂🤣Classic submission.
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I didn’t hang around to find out, lol.
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Smart move 😉
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