
Photo: Smadar Epshtein
She refused to stop her fretting.
He could not get her
To relax.
She was adamant the world
Was ending,
That they were about to breathe
Their last.
Nothing he did could
Distract her.
Not the honey.
Not the charm.
She was frazzled,
And he should have known
To not try
Bedazzling
To disarm.
Fun!
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‘T’was done, just for fun! π
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A cute tale!
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Thanks!
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Wonderful and funny. Us women can be “funny” that way.
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Donnow what you are implying … π
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That’s interesting. I’m expected the reciter to slowly spin round while reciting. Don’t know why, just the image I got π
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How interesting!!! I love it that this evoked movement, or the sense of it! Thank you for sharing this feedback! π
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Haha. This was good. Such a sweet tale.
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π Thank you Shweta! π
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Pleasure π
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