by the flying fox
I felt her kisses brushed off
the first spring wind
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This poem was written in response to April 1, 2018, another great prompt at Seeds and Sand. The prompt and poems can be read here. Here’s the Flying Fox, looking quaint and English –
And, to finish, here’s Rory Gallagher –
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The kisses , brushed off … as if erased …
Love the quaint look. Everything here is either “biker bar” or “sports bar”. Bleagck.
Oh I’m sure you’d enjoy kicking back in the garden of one of our quaint English pubs some spring or summer evening… 🙂
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