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Alone, she sat quite still, her gaze full fixed ahead. Enrapt by visions fed, scarce breathing e’er she will disturb perceptions’ fill; quiescent as tho’ dead. Into the room he crept, his probing arm around her body, no more bound, so quickly was she swept. As fingers so adept, respiring without sound. Too soon was reached his goal; TV remote control.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2015

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Date: 9/21/2015 2:18:00 AM
Wonderful write Bill n yet another superb win! Big congrats!
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Date: 9/19/2015 5:05:00 PM
Bill,I loved the funny ending on this one. Nice one! Congrats.
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Date: 9/19/2015 4:29:00 PM
Bill, congrats on your HM win. SKAT
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Date: 9/19/2015 11:31:00 AM
made me smile Bill congrats on your win:-) hugs Jan xx
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Date: 8/16/2015 6:26:00 PM
A fine poem and the ending was great. Guys and TV remotes always have a special bond. Definite 7 and best of luck in that contest, this should fair quite well.
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Date: 8/16/2015 10:45:00 AM
Good imagery, Bill!
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Date: 8/16/2015 9:38:00 AM
Bill, this is delightful and so skillfully penned A7 and thanks for visiting my February poem
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