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Category: Romantic
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#ValentinesDay Sent around this time each year notes of romantic kind towards an extra special loved one it might be accompanied by a gift maybe flowers chocolates or jewellery even perfume – a note to remind the one you love that in your eyes – they’re the one for you.
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#Writeclub #Cliche The scribbler sat at his easel, reading between the lines. It seemed like a literary masterpiece – but instead of a rose-petal sonnet, he’d opened a can of worms. His girlfriend wasn’t talking – something serious had to be done to repair that bridge he’d cross that bridge when he got to it….
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Manchester, 26th April 2020 Sat in the tranquil scene of the gardens off Piccadilly really – it hadn’t registered before engaging in conversation in the college refectory the year we first met – like yesterday
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A response to Iscriblr’s poem for Day 8 of #Octpowrimo, you can find that Here Splashed it all over ? He knelt down to propose – What’s that aroma ? Oh gawd! My Nose!
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A poem from inky in response to https://patriciasplace.me/2019/09/04/in-other-words-aflame/ You’re calling it Heartburn but somethings aflame leftovers from valentines day Still floating around like butterflies around the Christmas mistletoe
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#promptuarium #prompt Salford, 20th December She walked though the Christmas market Still wearing the Christmas cracker ring Some lad from her past gave her Sentimentality ? Perhaps, but then Something told her, one day they’d meet again Solitude, the vehicle that drove her to See her sweetheart under the town hall clock, Stars meeting up…
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Who am I, life’s Charlie Brown ? For she catches my eye, and I’ve fallen down Tongue tied with her beauty, so close at hand Even though the words in the head I’d planned a wonderful sight, with a beautiful mind sometimes she’s harsh, but on the whole she is kind Catching me out with…
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I I wanna be that fellow That dances with the redhead In a Viennese waltz At the end of the night Ii I want to guide her Around the floor Her dainty feet skipping Off the glitter ball lights Iii Eyes on the prize As lights skip on the floor And Rose Red dances delightfully…
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Blush blood rushing quickly to the cheeks like something out of a mills and boon novel unrequited romances brought to life on school hallways or stairs and hailed to all and sundry from the response
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