He loathed his ma
when growing up,
could not believe her words,
which fluttered all around him
like so many angry birds.
Polly Stretton © 2016
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01/10/2016 at 11:58
This is excellent. >
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01/10/2016 at 18:26
Thanks Misky – glad you enjoyed it 🙂
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01/10/2016 at 12:52
Short and powerful. Great image. Quite a bite. K.
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01/10/2016 at 18:27
Thanks for commenting k – hmmm…sometimes a few lines can convey what’s needed…
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01/10/2016 at 18:29
Smashing Polly
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01/10/2016 at 18:31
Thanks Elaine.
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09/10/2016 at 09:06
Short and bittersweet 🙂
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09/10/2016 at 15:59
That’s good feedback Alex, thank you 🙂
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09/10/2016 at 17:02
I like this very much
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10/10/2016 at 06:48
Good to know, Gary. Thanks for commenting 😄
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