I tried to respond to a challenge earlier today From the godogs . It didn’t really work. I failed.
This is a kind of mashed up version of my effort.
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Her call unexpected
Her voice like a song
Her words unsuspected
Her right to be wrong
The truth undetected
Has it been that long?
I am weak. Disrespected
But I’m playing along
Her hair, so familiar
Defying the wind
Her eyes hiding secrets
Lying within
Her skin still electric
Soft white still her hips
But she tastes of bad memories
Still fresh on her lips
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Richmond Road 
Lo ed it, matches my mood lately 🙄🥴😄
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I love the way you use words
“lying within” o, really?
“But she tastes of the memories.”
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Ha ha! Thank you. I have been discussing with a friend only this morning how words can sometimes look way more clever than they actually are if you dress them up as ‘poetry’. That discussion lead, inevitably, to ‘Stairway to Heaven’ and I am now determined to use the expression ‘bustle in your hedgerow’ at every possible opportunity in the future.
And it makes me wonder.
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yes you paint vivid pictures with your words!
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