Poem -

Pieces. Static.

Trouble is
Once it occurs
Jigsaws

never get finished

They languish
On pop up tables
Pieces Static
Ignoring years

but jesus   who cares?

And he really really doesn't

at all.

M ~

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DaytimeandNight

Like NB all words are unwritten and if indeed Jigsaws game is also unfinished a gentleman from the future may escort him to the presidents doorstep for any emotional support. But where is mine? 

Great read Marion!

xo, 

DaytimeandNight

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Marion

Thankyou for this wonderful comment
hugs x

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Marion

Wow... love your take on this R.
fantastic... yes... thats definately what I meant since you pointed it out
( and I googled it) ... i'll take that😊😁
Hugs x

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Shirley Harrison

Incredibly visual and powerful, and as always you do it in style. 🌹 ❤️

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Marion

Sorry for flooding you lol.
thankyou x

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Neville

And there sits the truth .. and it stays as if stuck with some invisible glue .. and it stays there for ever .. not because we want, but because we need it to .. kidney punches are never the easiest to take .. are they  .. x

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Marion

I find the older I get I don't even want to punch back. Thanks to you Nev on this ridiculous and obnoxiously warm November morning. x

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Being Me

I'm not good at jigsaws. So they don't lay around here! Actually ... I do have a jigsaw puzzle here. It was a  present one Christmas, years ago, but it's still unopened in the box and hiding in a drawer somewhere. 

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