a poem by Abigail Elizabeth McIntyre

The End.

The sometimes intermittent account of one woman’s bumbling and somewhat unorthodox life….where things often go spectacularly awry and where the heart rules the head.
Here you will find honesty, stupidity, miscellaneous codswallop and a life lived in a manner it was never planned to be.... but lived!
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7 Comments:
Such Eloquence!!!
Yeah, simple and direct...I love it.
Your posts seem to run hot and cold lately, Gem. LMAO!!
Have you read my follow up to this poem?
British Summer
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Shit, it's STILL cold, and it's raining.
:-)
I'm going to read these tomorrow.
That is SO my opinion of winter!
I read it at the Poetry Kapow. :-)
Punctuation: Lol, I bet you stole the show! ;o)
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