Poem -

Le Plagiaire

                                                              He being such a gentle soul and a lover
                                                                                 of fine words ..
                                                                Once took it upon himself one early
                                                                               summers morn ..
                                                              To steal a string of hers, then weaved
                                                                                     from them,
                                                             such very pretty sounding love poems ..

 

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Neville

I have already informed my illegal representative .. N

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Being Me

This has been woven very well indeed! The meaning in your words runs deep and I love reading what you have crafted x

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Neville

You have made this old fella feel a happy man indeed .. THank you so much Tina x

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Marion

Lost me here...but that's not hard to do...
did someone steal something? If so you've turned into a very good read...hugs X

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Neville

I doubt you shall ever be lost .. and should by chance you ever be, then know at least you will never be alone x 

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