A wind
more fit for March
undressed my hair
and rain
more suited to April
toned my plum coloured cheeks
As truth filled our coffee cups
and honesty flattened the pillows
a tractor joke made us laugh
Our book is aged
with pages stained
its spine
notched with errors
but overleaf
and at its end
a chapter
as yet unread
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surely you mean hot chocolate somthered in cream and swimming in marhmellows which are not fattening!!!Followed by huge slab of chocolate cake with chocolate cream. Women always tell the truth!!!!!!!
Oh I forgot that!
Thanks for those words and particularly the final eight lines.
Lovely!!!
Thanks Nof, I like the final eight lines too.
Thanks also for letting me read your poem, will respond soon.
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