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She was ever so faithful to trouble
Seems chaos was her middle name
Always pointing the finger
Never once would she take the blame
Devoted to causing confusion
He knew not what she had in store
There was no peace around her
This shook him to his very core
Behind them, the city, in mayhem
Explosions, igniting the skies
She simply walks away again
Unconcerned, with its demise
February Writing Prompt: Steadfast Turmoil – Day 19/28
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Dorinda, you’ve known one of those too ?
I’ve survived one.
Don’t know if I could handle two !?
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I wouldn’t recommend it…
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Picture first, right? Great poem to go with it, Dorinda!
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Actually, no lol I tweaked my poem to match the pic!!
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Wow!! That’s funny 😄
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I was lucky. But yes, it’s funny how these things happen lol
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Hehe…
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I wear a necklace of garlic when I see chicks like this. They are trouble.
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Does it work? I thought garlic was for vampires 😉
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I thought the strong smell would ward off trouble females. Maybe raw onions would be better.
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Limburger cheese…that should do the trick lol
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lol
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Thank you for sharing! ❤
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