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Hitchhiker

I've never seen that blue 
Dress on her, up

And apologetic.

 

An old friend stricks out 

In one park now 

Striking out in the other.

 

Hitchhiker or other?
 

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Shirley Harrison

Or? I do believe the hitchhiker may be the source of the problem, addicted to the ride perhaps. Nicely done 🌹 

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Rory McGinlay

Or, rather he's the only one to get off the ride and everyone's still busy riding?

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Shirley Harrison

So now sober and  rides the bus, very very cool, and incredibly modest too. Works very well. 

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Rory McGinlay

Now you're taking liberties 😆😆😆😆👍❤️

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Shirley Harrison

You can certainly ride the bus with me dear Rory anytime. Liberties never, top respect for this type communication always. Maybe you need to open up that little bit more within your poetic boundaries and you will find your lines grow into songs dear fellow poet. You have a lot to say. ❤️ 🌹 

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Rory McGinlay

I never thought it, you Europeans with your clean energy transport lol

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Shirley Harrison

lol us European's, And the beautiful Tuscan countryside what more could anyone wish for! 🌹

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Rory McGinlay

I would like this. Only never been able to sing. Long time I've been looking for a singer. Plus my musical background is very limited lol

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