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RE: The chatter of roses. A late blooming weekend freewrite.

in #freewrite6 years ago

@girlbeforemirror,

Hey Marg.

Although she saw him, knew to adore him,
She gave him no time, nor inkling or sign,
Though different the game, life's plane pains plain same.
A rose is a rose regardless of the prose,

Remind me of:

All the world’s a stage,
And all the men and women merely players;
They have their exits and their entrances;
And one man in his time plays many parts,

As usual, nice job.

Quill

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Paul!
Your not going softy on me are you?
No explication?
This is the sort of post you would challenge inconsistent syllabic meter, poor rhythm, and lazy grammar / punctuation... General sloppy word play...
Perhaps it is too lazy a post to warrant extensive feedback. Hmm, that's your ploy?... You always bait me somehow. This is a new tact, no apparent tact is the tact... Is it??

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