Poem -
Her Beautiful Stuff
It was the windmill that caught
me
Flamboyantly strutting, snaking
elegant arms
Dancing air with abandon
Dazzling blue and white charms
I so admired her pizzaz, her
beauty, her cold
As she hacked at the wind in a
murder, quite bold
M P 19/8/21
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Love this! I will remember this as I look at a windmill x
Lol..me..being me...lol again...could only see death even in a bloody windmill at this time...
thankyou trillions xxx