Macaroni is already plural.
Say "bless you" when I sneeze.
This is how you spell: watermelon.
Phonetic proNUNciation, please.
It's WATer, not WOODer.
You are is "you're"
There, their, they're, feel better.
Correct spelling is not a chore.
Give me lots of incentive
to be anal retentive,
but I know still the woes,
that we all make mistakes,
when tears equal typos.
Tickle your toes. . .
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like a hand that holds an ankle, I felt powerful in your arms this dancing, this pointed push, this bygone cloud. with my face in your belly...
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July 12th My love's hands and eyes so full of surprise! he sees nothing wrong with giving me a synthetic strawberry.
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Dear, Run. Arrows in your belly and ribs and rear you were once wounded, dear. Limping, Heartsick, Struggling to catch up green from my succ...
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At age 25 for Sir John Donne Down went San Felipe. Crimson and pale, rippling, clinging to it's mist. Oh, how that flagship hurled itsel...
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Ah, 7. The number in question. During this process of developing my first full-length work of prose, and a memoir to boot, I have considered...
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silver-tongued wings flapping bones split but connect to each other every few inches. arms opened create flight-lips purse full of gold word...
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This is just a short note from me to inform you that after my extensive monthly study and subsequent written exploration of Psalms and Prove...
Poets United Contributor
teehee, this is so true and it made me giggle! <3
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