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Widder Woman

Widder Woman hate boxes and neat little slots pigeon holes burn my behind all those safe-making creations that pacify the peeps. stuff an unknown quantity into a bag of mundane catch me first. if I must be widow then a merry one will I be and as soon as my sciatica clears up I streak the whole damn street.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2017




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Date: 9/20/2017 1:57:00 PM
Well now lookee here.. Better take some pictures dear and post it for us all to see. Your poems will be the hottest thing north of the equator hee hee.
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Patricia Cresswell
Date: 9/20/2017 6:07:00 PM
No pictures just an old woman running ahead of the frost. ha ha
Date: 9/19/2017 3:30:00 PM
Good on you! A fine outlook you have, life isn't done until it's done. Cheers for a positive piece. Craig
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Date: 9/19/2017 1:23:00 PM
Oh how many of my days this describes! Thanks for the smile x
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Patricia Cresswell
Date: 9/19/2017 1:46:00 PM
Oh you are most welcome Thvia.
Date: 9/19/2017 10:46:00 AM
Very cute!
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Patricia Cresswell
Date: 9/19/2017 12:28:00 PM
Thank you welcome to my place.
Date: 9/19/2017 9:40:00 AM
Was having trouble getting motivated this morning. You just raised the bar!!! Smiling a blue streak and now plotting the day's adventure, inspired by one of those crazy Canuks. thanks a heap! ~ john STREAK ON!!!
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Patricia Cresswell
Date: 9/19/2017 12:25:00 PM
Oh get over it. Try something new umm (that's me thinking) how about streaking with a walker on a gravel road?
Date: 9/18/2017 10:36:00 PM
Freakn love this.
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Patricia Cresswell
Date: 9/19/2017 7:19:00 AM
I hated labels always have and neighbours, even just a couple, are always peering. Glad you love this one so do I. I hated being designated a widow.

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