When she left I asked why she said I'd no class.
Her spirit’s in the sky and mine is in the glass.
Don’t squeeze the peaks
of your wobbly cheeks,
let there be peace in your valley.
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Author:
Michael Edwards (
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- Comment from author about the poem: The second one inspired by A&Bs poem yesterday
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Two good ones Michael.
Good writes and lovely pic M. Spirit and water in your glass? Psstt! I'm the phantom whisky-waterer! They will shoot me for it. lol.
Sylla Berles is looking into it - she's consulting Anna Lytical.
Did Sylla meet Burlington Bertie yesterday?!
He didn't turn up - he went out with Bow Bells the dirty scoundrel.
How's that evening going?!
It's still here,.
Ahh good.
two good ones indeed..
Cheers Neville
pleasure sir..
Ohhhh UNCLE MIKE : You are a caution !
LOVE is where the SPIRIT is
LOVE your take on Our P I T V very droll
Love in the Limericks : ANGELA 🧡🧡🧡🧡
Lovin' the cute FIELDMOUSE !
Fm is a bit twee but okay - thanks for looking in Angela.
Peace in the valley?... is that the quiet after the storm?
Love them 🙂
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