Poem -

wet socks + wrinkled feet.

Wasn't I who stood
At waters edge
with foam a'swirl upon my shoes 
with wet socks on the wrinkled
feet
Whilst blowing winds made moon
retreat and,

Waves rise up in shocking form
Devouring
the swaying night, no

Was not I
who might have strolled
Into the depths
Devoid of fight,

t'was not I,

M ~
 

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sparrowsong

Hello Marion...

It can rain a lot here...

Dry socks can begin to feel weird with no sloshing sound and feet with no wrinkles...

Weird indeed!

Great write!

Thank you for sharing...

sparrowsong

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Marion

Thanks S...appreciated as always x

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Shirley Harrison

Immensely beautiful. And a wonderful message of not giving up. 🌹 

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Marion

Shirley, I'm probably flooding you...so sorry, just catching up. Thanks so much my friend x

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Neville

I would be so very cross had it been you .. but you old girl, tho tired, remain something of a quiet, but formidable fighter .. x

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Marion

Shit, I thought I hid it well but yes...I've 2 polished swords and a Boudica hat when needed. I also recently requested to be buried with my hammer which I've had for donkeys years and could never be without. I quite worried myself at that
new found bit of myself... so please don't even try to analyse lol
it would be messy 🤩😆😆 X

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Neville

You did, but I have an in-built mental detector & I just love messy 🤩😆😆 X

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