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The Dedicated Blogger
While visiting late one night,
She was overcome by the fumes
Snaking out of my empty beer cans,
And tearfully confessed:
Her career as an important social critic
Specializing in scathingly witty and erudite
Twenty-seven word essays on contemporary trends
Meant nothing to her
If she could not satisfy her lust for a man,
For she’d been raised unholy to think
She was incomplete, scarce half made up,
Without a companion.
Though my heart surged and boiled
Like whitewater at the least thought
Of entwining her nubile body with mine
I could not bring my tongue to speak,
Nor open my arms to embrace,
For I was possessed by a fierce desire
To render the moment as a captivating
600 word blog post, and by the time
I’d written, edited, and published,
She was gone.
A very sweet poem 🙂
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Thanks, Teresums!
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Giggle … : )
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Thanks, Deanna!
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The blog post may only paralyse your heart for a brief moment. Now love that is a different matter Paul. Loved the poem. (600 words, is that a novel?)
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Unfortunately, 600 words for me is barely a start, Davy. 😀
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I dream of 600 words Paul 🙂
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I’m curious, Davy, are you saying you find it difficult to write longer pieces?
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