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Tears, they flow like gushing streams and mingle with our sense of joy,
seamlessly they interface those cod emotions charging forth.
Whirlpool laughter goblets gobbled up upon a weeping willow sniffle.
Giggles are but rivulets, a tributary, to that plastic ocean known as hollow mirth!

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Mon, 2019-11-25 18:39
#1
Regina Regina
M, Your command of poetic works is to be admired and cherished. Great prose. :-)
Tue, 2019-11-26 05:49
#2
So are your works, Regina.
The word genius is often bandied about too loosely.
But in your case its an understatement.
You are the best

Warmth