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Palms Spring

Palms Spring

 
Being a poet
I would almost certainly
be a fool if I didn't reflect 
on why, why do I seem to be slapped so much? 
I don't believe I have one of those faces 
that just has to be slapped? 
and it's not just on my face 
but on odd parts of my body too
like my hips and my back
even when I'm walking 
and in crowds, that's the worst 
sometimes I even duck 
so I wonder why
this happens to me on a regular basis 
and then I remember  
It's not me at all
It's the hand gestures
so dangerous 
here in Italy.

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sparrowsong

Hello Shirley...

I'm glad I was able to take a few minutes and read this before I have to go...

An add on to start my day...

I notice a lot of Public Speakers stutter a lot with their hands...

They'd be better off doing Jazz Hands...

😊

It's amazing how loud Italian hands can be...

They definitely make their point even if you don't know what they're saying...

Great write!

Thank you for sharing...

Have A Great and Blessed Day!

sparrowsong

 

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Shirley Harrison

Yes my dear Sparrowsong, hands that are used in the most passionate of ways too, I love the way Italians use their hands when they speak, and after being here almost half my life I do the same, my friends in London laugh at me. Thank you for coming by dear friend to my silly scribbles today, it's fun to be silly sometimes. 🌹 Have a great day sis 💙

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Marion

Oh dear, an unsafe country to live in lol.
Here in good old UK we would never dare be so animated ...all that touchy feely stuff!!...oh...I think I need to move to yours!! 😁😆x

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