so few buds, dew, and webs – so few there are like this, these mornings that we kiss To share is human:TweetShare on TumblrMoreEmailPocketPrintLike this:Like Loading... Related Author: Beleaguered Servant Owen "Beleaguered" Servant (a/k/a Sibelius Russell) writes poetry mostly, with an occasional pause to have a seizure. View all posts by Beleaguered Servant
OK I’ am incorrigible but… May I change miss to kiss? PS I am busy being free and making lemonade. Holly LikeLike Reply
But aren’t words tricky; sometimes its OK to have ambiguity and sometimes it could easily lead to misunderstanding. LikeLiked by 1 person
OK I’ am incorrigible but… May I change miss to kiss?
PS I am busy being free and making lemonade.
Holly
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🙂
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Yes, I like that ending better.
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But aren’t words tricky; sometimes its OK to have ambiguity and sometimes it could easily lead to misunderstanding.
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That is I like to meet the morning when i can
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Done.
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