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Excuse Me I Love You She Said

                                                                        Excuse me, I love you she said
                                                                             but pray treat me gentle ..

                                                                       I may not be fragile or precious
                                                                               in the classical sense ..

                                                                       Yet I can be awfully dangerous
                                                                when frightened, abused or provoked ..

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Jim "The Lad" ....

don't molest the cubs or pay the ultimate price! cool write sir Neville!..............................................Jim

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Neville

Absolutely Jim, the cubs are safe with me sir .. Many thanks for the thumbs up :)

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Gwendoline

 “Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned” That’s what popped into my head when I read this. Great writing and loving the structure. You are gifted at bringing to life conversational pieces. The moment really lifts off the page and into the minds eye 

Gwen x

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Neville

You are quite write about hell Gwen ......... Neville x

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