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Stocking fire,
my hands were burned,
you smiled
afterwards,
meanwhile, the agony
was beautiful hurt.
©Paul Vincent Cannon
Paul, pvcann.com
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when silence becomes audible
The blog of retired Fannie Mae executive David Worley
TIME OUTDOORS ISN'T SPENT IT\'S INVESTED
Living with Borderline Personality Disorder. I'm a personality. Not a disorder.
poetry for the soul
Legendary Wining and Dining World Tour.
Fara cenzura!
Photographs, poems and haiku by Derek Ross
Diseño
Dedicated to Freddie Mercury
A website to share with you primarily some of my poems, speak about writing and inspiration. Additionally, this is a place to talk about some of my other passions including taekwondo, reading, travelling and how to live your life to the fullest, by bringing in the surface the best of yourself every day. Blog articles are published weekly on Sunday evening CET. Whenever time allows, I publish in between posts and poems, so please follow my Blog to receive notifications per email.
A Place To Create & Share
memoir that matters
Inspiring Others By Example
Learnings, Triumphs, Transformation.
Writer of Historical Fiction & Romance
It All Starts Inside.
Ouch! Been there 🙂
Model is my DIL’s doppleganger!
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Ah, what a coincidence! Yes, I think more than a few of us have been in that situation 🙂
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Part of the ride I say part of the ride!
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That’s the spirit 😀
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Always 🙂
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True! 🙂
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🙂
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:-))
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Delightful
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I’m so glad you liked it Luisa.
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🌷❤
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Ah.. Beautiful!❤️
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Thanks Richa, glad you experienced it that way.
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Love the poem and love the picture
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Thank you 🙂
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beautiful hurt, a phrase to remember
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Thank you Gina, glad it is memorable.
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Nice one, Paul!
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Thank you Winnie.
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Great poem💖
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Many thanks 🙂
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Reblogged this on The Reluctant Poet.
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Much appreciated Charles 🙂
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My pleasure, Paul! I really identified with this! Knowing what the price will be ahead of time but willing to exchange it for even temporary bliss! Bellissimo, My Friend!
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Ah, yes indeed, that I understand.
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Lovely poem!
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Thank you Antonia.
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