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Beach nymphs

. From toes unto nose's lip alopesia rrrrrr there'z not one from the other save their romp The breeze It's free gift from the sea their diaphanous wrap mine -holic Down mine sails went az mine anchor SPLASH into the wet salt az i Mine eccentric Stroke stroke stroke off my went afield the sea hand in hand unto theirn bucholic * bucholic; my 'Portmanteau' for, bucolic and -holic < a suffix forming noun indicating a person having an abnormal desire for or dependence on, e.g. workaholic ;) * pronounced: boo'k hol'ik

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Date: 12/16/2023 10:28:00 AM
Oh James. I wish I understood your language! Is this also the way you converse. Or is it just your writing style,? I do get the gist of most of your poems.
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James Peranteau
Date: 12/16/2023 1:38:00 PM
Andrea dear vooman, i explained this to you in my write; "Iz James Iliterate".(please read again) You commented on the write. Oh, and the "vooman", iz just a thing i say to you. I luv playing with werdz girlie, and 'archaic cant' i find amuzing. I'm quite lucid Andrea, likewise literate. Also, I posted my thoughts regarding your prestigious award back in 2010 today...way over 300,000 readz! Oh and no, i don't speak to the feminine whom i write uv, front their face az i do on slip...but, i certainly feel 'them ways'... actions speak louder than wordz dear poet, it's where my werdz come from ;)

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