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Magic

It’s just an illusion that softly stirs sadness within my broken heart’s confusion. I have been tricked. I'm seduced by the Queen of Tarts - and pricked. Voodoo casts magic darts - you. It’s just an illusion, I'm seduced by the Queen of Tarts - you.

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Mohan Chutani

Date: 3/1/2024 1:24:00 AM

Linda, thanks for participating in my contest and congratulations for your placement. Best. Mohan

Linda Alice Fowler
Date: 3/1/2024 9:30:00 AM

Many thanks for the placement Mohan. Always fun to enter these. :)

Speaks Volumes

Date: 2/29/2024 8:29:00 AM

Perfect Syllable count perfect rhymes, lovely to read. I count 3 of the winners that have all this and your lovely Minichu is one of the three. Worth of an impressive placement. Best wishes my friend.

Linda Alice Fowler
Date: 3/1/2024 9:30:00 AM

You're the best my friend. This is a fun form to write. Thank you for the congrats! hugs, Linda :)

Sam Scott

Date: 2/15/2024 8:20:00 AM

Linda - there is something captivating about a Lewis Caroll connected poem - add the Great British Bake-Off and you are on to a winner. Levity aside - this is a beautiful thing and I love it (fav) x

Linda Alice Fowler
Date: 2/15/2024 10:37:00 AM

Good to see you Sam. :) LOL Many thanks for the visit and lovely comments. And for the fav - I'm delighted to know you enjoyed this one! :)

Yann Rolland

Date: 2/15/2024 8:11:00 AM

i love th expression Queen of Tarts, this fit perfectyl to the story, thanks poet

Linda Alice Fowler
Date: 2/15/2024 10:35:00 AM

Hi Yann! Thanks for the encouragement. :)