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+ used up

they were greatly bitter
And greatly sour
And consume them she did
hour after hour
Poetry doesn't    Have to rhyme

said the sharp and disgruntled
+ used up old vine

Maybe not said the she
But what else to be used
When the sentence above

​​​Sounds so perfect with 'spewed'

and she did, 

M ~

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Shirley Harrison

lol damn right too, you are an artisticalist .........my new word of the day.... You are the funniest sharpest most entertaining poetess, thank you ❤️ 

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Marion

Ha ha... artistically lol... I love your new word of the day 😄😄 thanks Shirley X

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Matthew Zeccola

Marionette, you’re a legend! I always tell you you’re so smart, and you don’t believe me, but you are…maybe you do believe me, you’ve never disputed it, but you are anyway. Does that make sense? Sorry, I have a headache. Fantastic writing! M.

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Marion

I knew you'd like the 'spewed' bit. 😄
Where are you by the way? Hugs X

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Matthew Zeccola

Hi Marionette! 
Sorry, this site is a little discouraging(but I like it when you're here). I'm around. A lot goign(is that how you spell going?) on in my life right now, I'll have to tell you later on Messenger. I do miss you and Tina though, you're wonderful kids...do you remember that time we went on that vacation to Hidelberg in the summer of '42? Tina ate that parrot and we had to rush her to speech therapy because it sounded like everything she was saying was muffled? Ah, good times. And then there was that Pants Festival in Oslo, when Tina ate that Monopoly game and we had to play with the help of a ultrasound machine?? Oh Tina. And I'll never forget the time we went to Borneo for that Save the Mosquitos Convention and Tina ate that tennis racquet and Ivan Lendl had to hold her by the feet and play the final set with our Tina. Oh gosh, that crazy sister of yours! Why does she eat everything? And how does she stay so skinny? Good times though. Thanks for the mammeries. M. 

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Being Me

they were greatly bitter
And greatly sour
And consume them she did
hour after hour

When a poem starts like that it satisfies the hunger that seems to grip poetry lovers everywhere. How I love those lines!

I love rhyme in poems ...when it's used properly. But, more important than rhymes in poetry is rhythm. I don't think a poem is a poem without rhythm. And lets not forget the volt! You know, the bit at the end which turns the poem on its head to make the reader think, "wow!"

Your poetry always has a rhythm to it! When you add decent rhyming as in the poem above ...its outstanding. In my view. I love your work.

This is awesome xx

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Marion

Lol... I love your bloody comments!!!! 
seriously thankyou for all the above compliments... my humble self says to pop.poo them but my ego says THANKYOU lol. a lot of my stuff doesn't have rythym ( we both know but we're going to bypass that today😆) Tina... just thankyou... hugs x

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Being Me

Your work doesn't have rhythm! I do not agree! It absolutely does! Not necessarily in the da de da de da de da sense — but it does have rhythm to it. Your words spin and twirl and stop and start in a rhythm that is definitely there! I LOVE your work. It stirs one's soul xx

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Neville

Being me, as indeed I am, I would be very surprised if Tina liked this particular post more than me, but if she did, which I doubt, then I know for sure we are not the only one .. Oh' & just for the record, I love most of your work ++ so there x

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