Ha! Some windows of opportunity seem to be popping in and out of the internet. Let me see if I can get any of my stored posts through . . .
Cut dogwood under stars rough bed to make,
There you quiver, shake;
Though granite in earth shaped like bell
Water dearth a bitter pill —
Flower garland, but no well.
It must be very frustrating for you but I’m glad you managed to get a couple published!
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It was a labour of love I hated!
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I can imagine
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Success at last Well done Les; TBGFITW 🙂
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NE146?
SIF6!
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Hell Les you could have asked me earlier what I meant, 14 days??? asking a lot pal!
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No, the 14 is one fo(u)r.
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A most interesting poem. Glad you got the post through.
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Thanks! Now to try for others!
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