a one-line poem
the rain dances on the windowpane–plopping in sync with my heartbeat–you pop into my thoughts, peek-a-booing like you sometimes do; yearning to cure me of my pain.
the rain dances on the windowpane–plopping in sync with my heartbeat–you pop into my thoughts, peek-a-booing like you sometimes do; yearning to cure me of my pain.
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It’s literally raining right now while I read this!
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Haha. Perfect timing! Lol.
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We had some heavy peek-a-booing today—hail.
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Goodness! That hail can be dangerous. I hope you guys are safe.
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Luckily we were inside and the car was under cover.
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Thank goodness.
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Ohhh I loved this one especially this part
you pop into my thoughts, peek-a-booing like you sometimes do; yearning to cure me of my pain.
Beautifully written
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Thank you kindly. I appreciate that you stopped by.
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You’re most welcome 😁
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Love this! Love the rain! Nice alliteration, too!
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Thank you, Michele! I was hoping someone would catch the alliteration! ❤️💜💙
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👍🏻😁💗
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And girl, did it pour down rain here today or what??? Sweet poetic one-liner tRE! 🤗🙏🏼🤩✨😊
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Thank you, kindly. Yaaasss, it’s still raining here. Lol. I’m over it.
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😂😜🤣
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The ice hardens on the road – as I reminisce on those gritted teeth glares – like a xerox stuck on repeat; torturing my soul (Tre, my words aren’t about anyone in particular, just my opposite response to your as always wonderful words.)
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🙏🏾✨ Thank you for responding with a twist, Matt. I truly appreciate that.
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No problem sometimes I am moved to respond creatively…your words my muse 😁🤗
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Aww. Boom! 🙌🏾🙌🏾🙌🏾
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