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Impromptu

her hair hanging dangling down to touch my chest looking up i see a blue sky cloudless hopeless is she leaning over me breathing into me trying to inspire one last poem cpr requires pinching the noise

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Maureen Mcgreavy

Date: 2/17/2019 12:03:00 PM

Hah! Oh a gem! In to the faves it goes.

Jeff Connelly
Date: 2/17/2019 10:24:00 PM

As always Maureen, Thank you so very much. Other people read my poems but no one ever comments but you. I appreciate your comments, but am puzzled by the lack of any interest. I'm not saying my poems are worth a comment, but I've tried serious; joking, and even showing three poems of my old style. You are the only one that ever eaves a comment; so I know by your remarks that you have read them (though I'm not sure about my impromptu that starts with the word "pezones". You responded, "Yummy". I in know way was trying to embarrass you. I always thought they sounded like an Italian dessert). But I still appreciated your comment because I do think that hers ARE yummy. jajaja Thank you so much Maureen.