Chocolates and things;
rotten (expired) challenge.
Buckets of tears;
piles of socks . . .
pails of laughter.
Rough:
around the edges.
Tough on spinach.
Nothing uninspired.
Silk like heaven.
Money bags?
Princess!
I don't deserve
the baby thorown out
with the bathwater.
I find to be breathtaking
what most people, don't.
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