The dark girl with the pushchair has heels like daggers, toes like spears, a little check skirt cut on the cross.
Tranquil, she picks and perambulates over the sodden ground.
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Up the road or down, sometimes further afield, often not for long, we're out most days.
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just popped in for a quick catch up. 30 words are great for this. It is like flicking through a series of arresting images
Thanks dearie! Yes, I think that about it, and it really doesn't create the same expectations about will-I-won't-I get comments, if I think people are just popping in from time to time and catching up, that's great.
A lot of poetry here so far. This is really turning into an enjoyable place to visit.
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