I love walking barefoot
on freshly cut glass
my blood— the morning dew
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You are a sneaky devil aren’t you? You knew I would read it as “grass” and then do a double take when I had to re-read it. I am retraumatized now from the most recent laceration.
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I look forward to reading a bloody poem from you soon. It is the best way to cope with trauma. Well.. That and stitches.
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Me too JeanMarie! Read ‘grass’ – saw the picture – thinking – yes – lovely – ‘I’m dancing barefoot’ and all that – then – thought – why blood? Double- take …..a whole other matter.
Looks like you’ve cut your foot, Bartholomew – Healing thoughts to you.
Careful now.
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Thank you, Bernie.
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A fine and cutting poem, well done!
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Thanks!
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Bloody well done Bartholomew! 😉
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Thank you, Gypsie!
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Always welcome Bartholomew! ☺️
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It’s always a hazard…
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But not always avoidable.
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Yes, very clever indeed! 🤗
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Thanks!
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Seems like a sign of the times. Ouch!
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That’s the reaction I was hoping for. Thanks.
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