IfI wereto writeevery dayfor onehundred days,would my soulbe purged ofthis malaise;is it a thingto be dredged,dragged up –twistedand tiedlike tatteredbed sheetsknottedtogether;is therea remedyfor thisscourge;or is thisan inherentrestlessness,a fiery bluespark of eternalangst ignitingpassion – a callto write? (Originally posted February, 2017. Image my own)
cleve, made me think of that song “don’t it make my brown eyes blue”
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Yes…now I’ll be singing it all day…thanks, lol
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Lol
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Cute catch! 🙂
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Thanks.
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Both the tile and the line about the fly were clever – hah
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Thanks Paul. Glad you appreciated it.
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Beautiful!❤️
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Thanks
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oh yes, I see it…lovely photo and caption V.J.
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Thanks!
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Clever caption. 😀
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Thank you.
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