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The bridge I have to cross goes
straight from keyboard to published.
Age has sucked out my best words
in a malevolent move
to eject me from my groove.
Cusswords seem to linger long
aft’ pearls tend to come out wrong.
Hell, if you’re not happy with me
you should stay young with glee
and hope you’ll ne’er turn into
a damn wordless old shrew.
May the words keep flowing.
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In spurts…Thanks, Frank!
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Okay Nan, I entered your correct link and deleted the other. Was this in response to the prompt? Did you use quotes from two literary works?
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My bad. I thought it was in response to the prompt but I didn’t notice the bit about quoting two literary works, quite obviously! Many thanks for correcting the link.
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Lovely poem Nan. Keep on writing.
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I will. Can’t stop…
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The funny part about getting old; remember when everyone was older than we, and now everyone is younger. I’m right behind you, with a birthday next week, I turn 78 and loving it! Speaking of love, love your hat!
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Loving it? Yes, I was kinda trying to be funny, but I still don’t know what I did wrong!
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Oh you have all the words I need.
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Gracias!
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I love your words and verve and smile.
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Thanks so much.
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Oh Nan, you so humorously express a real predicament! I chuckled at the photo too.
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O, I do so love my blog friends!
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Wirte on, Nan. Write on!
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Can’t stop if I wanted to! Thanks.
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