Analysis freezes heart, I leap with reservations, engage in familiar pacts, motivations logical, observe patriarchal parlay – seduced by original sin – settle into compromise.
Sunshine, you magician, adding sparkle to my view, painting the cloudless sky a dazzling shade of blue – favoured by your golden rays we all take on a glowing hue. (Tuesday, I will borrow a poem from Twitter. Visit me @Vjknutson)
Mist precedes morning light rises off summer warmed lake the loon’s call floating on a breeze – forever a cherished slice of life. (For Reena’s Exploration Challenge, Ragtag Community’s: breeze, and Fandango’s One Word Challenge: mist. Image from personal collection.)
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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