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Golden Shovel

Exotic eyes stare back at me a huge Heffner begging for the attention of her musings she dances and sways in the darkness, the streetlights highlight her deceptions she thinks she stole my heart blind, I see the meaning of true deceit my wallets disappears between the sheets she thinks she is silent I hear every click the credit cards makes sadness stabs me that the even the sheep are fake kindness is a mask on the canvas of life make sure to paint the truth Inspector Clouseau has confirmed the infidelity of it all

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Bill Baker

Date: 10/7/2023 4:46:00 PM

The mystery continues ... doesn't it? Write On! Sir Arthur. Bill

Nancy Kaufman

Date: 9/29/2023 6:36:00 AM

I love the contrast, "she dances in the darkness as the street lights highlight her deception". Its so skillfully worded. Loved it.

Joanna Daniel

Date: 9/29/2023 1:19:00 AM

Infidelity, deceit - you (or should I say Inspector Closeau) bring them out very well, Arthur :)

Sotto Poet

Date: 9/28/2023 6:57:00 AM

Dear friend Arthur, your writing has captivated me with its enchanting tones and rhyme. Every line is impeccably crafted, evoking vivid images and emotions. Your mastery in using the prompt to compose such a piece is awe-inspiring. Just a reminder Arthur if this is for the Graig Contest, I think you need to add the prompt you choose.