Long Meg stood alone,
where had all the dancers gone,
no posy to hold,
just one solitary tear
rolled slowly down her cold cheek
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Poetic perspiration
When the pen takes control. · Events, submissions, self-penned bits.
Not the ‘right’ name… but a good one, Bobby. She is not left alone too long…
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Reblogged this on anita dawes and jaye marie.
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Thanks for the reblog, hope you eat a few likes.
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How can predictive text change get to eat, it’ll be writing short stories next
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Good to see our folklore honoured. 🙂
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excellent use of the finer details of the photo. Very clever eye!
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Great compliment ta
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Makes you feel for poor Meg.
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Oh! suddenly I feel cold ❤
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