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Neanderthal Me

A Neanderthal me comes at night, He’s storm and grumpy, an ugly blight. You will not see him with human eyesight. But he’ll be unkind, and I don’t mean slight.

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Angela Crabtree

Date: 10/6/2020 3:19:00 PM

I love your poetry, Caren. You have some many different styles and ideas! ~Angie

Caren Krutsinger
Date: 10/6/2020 8:24:00 PM

Thank you Angie. I have been writing poetry for almost three years now, so I have truly figured out some ways to rev up Trixie, my muse. The dictionary and Pinterest. I make myself open the dictionary randomly and use the first three to ten words that hit me. This keeps me full of ideas.

Jennifer Proxenos

Date: 10/6/2020 8:33:00 AM

I couldn't t imagine you as you describe but its is a good for a laugh - well penned Caren, Hugs and blessings, Jennifer.

Caren Krutsinger
Date: 10/6/2020 8:24:00 PM

I can be so grumpy that my husband will sit quietly in a chair, barely breathing for an hour, hoping I will not notice that he is still living.

Kim Rodrigues

Date: 10/6/2020 5:00:00 AM

Keep the Neanderthal bat in the bed...knock him on his noggin! He’ll see stars. You will get a good night’s sleep ;)

Caren Krutsinger
Date: 10/6/2020 7:05:00 AM

I will