Poem -

New Clothes?

Ah...
I was worried
FOR a
While,

your
GHOST
CLOTHES
unfamiliar now

you 
MUST
have changed them
on your
JOURNEY

your old clothes
LEFT
BEHIND
somehow

but now I
SEE
you
in your 
NEW clothes

as smart as
SMART
can be
BUT

if I'm honest
I MUST
tell you, that 

I PREFERRED
your life stained
JEANS

M P 30/1/22

 

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Gwendoline

So true Marion. To just have them back as they were. So much love and longing in this write 💗 x

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Marion

Thanks Gwen 💖 

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Being Me

life stained
JEANS

Wow, there is power in these words! They really make the poem stand strong. Hugs xx

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Marion

Thankyou love...hope you are well and happy 💖

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Being Me

Oops, looks like i forgot  to like, star and pin. All done now 😊  sometimes I get so caught up in the poem that I forget xx

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Marion

Ah...don't be daft lol...nobody votes on here anymore Tina, myself included these days...if you can't beat em..etc etc lol. It's very very lovely of you to even read my Dour thoughts love and I truly appreciate it ...it's always is a pleasure to see you on here xxx

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Jim "The Lad" ....

I imagine glowing white robes! all the best Marion!......................................Jim

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