Villain you bleak soul
Running wild with scissors sharp
Shredding hearts like air…..
I have done it now
Allowing you inside this tale
We might get trapped here
Villain you bleak soul
Running wild with scissors sharp
Shredding hearts like air…..
I have done it now
Allowing you inside this tale
We might get trapped here
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Oh, but every story needs one, don’t you think?
Yes, I think so!
Great old typewriter. That’s how I learned.
I learned on an old typewriter too. I still have a couple pieces I typed on that thin paper, ha ha!
Me too. In fact, I have part of a novel I may someday finish…on the computer, of course.
You are really keyed up over this!
I know, I’m beginning to annoy myself, ha ha. I need to write a smirky poem about not choosing Dish Internet. I’m holding on to the upcoming Monday when I will be connected to the world again.
Love the first one especially…full of savage mayhem!
Thank you! My Internet will be fixed on Monday so I can write again 🙂
How very enchanting your writing is ! Thank you for your kind visit today …I will happily follow …. blessings of love , megxxx
Thank you so much for the lovely compliment!
And likewise. .blessings to you 🙂