Naked beauty, bedtime fun
Another notch etched in my gun
Vague regrets with morning sun
Baby, I have got to run
Of those regrets I have a few
It’s never what I meant to do
Remember that it’s me not you
I think that you already knew
The very nature of our fling
That I would dance and I would sing
That I would promise anything
Love, though, I would never bring
Richmond Road 
honest …. and your girlfriend looks much younger and cuter than I’d imagined, lucky you lol 😉
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No younger or cuter than I had imagined …. but such is the nature of imagination
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ah I see you have a good memory 🙂
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Not such a good memory, but a vivid imagination
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Reblogged this on Sara in LaLaLand and commented:
A very nice response to one of my poems.
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Oh, wow, Sara! That is very kind. My stuff is not meant to be reblogged. It is vacuous yet space wasting. It should disappear with the first gust of wind that passes.
More importantly, though. Happy Birthday!
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I hope you don’t mind me sharing it. If it is a bother, then I can remove it.
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No, no. I don’t mean that. I am honoured. And humbled. It’s just a bit odd to see my 2 minute giggles reposted as ‘poetry’
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That just shows your talent. I really enjoyed it and I believe it is my first response too. 🙂
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Talent? Sara …. I think you should look more closely at your own beautiful creations.
But ….. as long as you have that thought in your head I would like to marry you next Wednesday afternoon in a quiet ceremony, amongst only our closest friends, beside a clear blue stream flowing gently through a quaint English villiage where everyone has a dog and a friend called Douglas, before we holiday together in the Swiss Alps.
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The fact that you like the word ‘bungalow’ says a lot. I had never realised before, what a fine word it is. Suddenly I want one.
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And Sara …. I must compliment you on your breadth of audience. Since you reposted my silliness I have been bombarded with digital popularity far beyond the scope of my customary 3 followers.
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I think that means your post was a bit more than silly. 🙂
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Even sillier, then?
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I followed this via the re-blog. Definitely, not to be wasted in a gust of wind. I love the raw honesty in these words. A real ‘realness’…if you like. Loved it.
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Thanks Vivian. I have encountered such kindness from strangers since starting this blogging thing ….
And I really do like the smell of coffee. I think I talked in here somewhere about experiences in another lifetime of walking through the streets of Rome during winter mornings and just inhaling the stuff. Drinking it was always a secondary experience.
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A pleasure to make your acquaintance… I shall have another look at your blog later on today .
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I read this from a reblog on SarainLaLaLand. In the wee hours of the morning, it strikes me with memories of my misspent youth. Thankfully, in my wiser older years no more vague regrets….
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The poem went in a flow.
Well that’s the way poems are, flowing with our raw emotions.
Believe it, it is beautiful poetry.
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Reblogged this on The Militant Negro™.
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Very visual and enjoyable .
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An honest man, hmmm
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