Oh, I’ll point many a finger
In order to right these wrongs
But for her I’ll reserve
The most passion and verve
And the sharpest of razor like tongues
"All my life's buried here, heap earth upon it"
Oh, I’ll point many a finger
In order to right these wrongs
But for her I’ll reserve
The most passion and verve
And the sharpest of razor like tongues
Ramblings Of A Fragile Mind 
Ouch! Backing away slowly. 😉🖤
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Probably a good idea! I can be a bit of a loose cannon at times!
😂😂🖤
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I wouldn’t have ever guessed it! 😉😂😅
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Am I that obvious!! 🤔😂😂🖤
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Not at all 😬
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🤣🤣🖤
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I thought you were the Queen bee! 😲🤫
The Queen B. 🤣
💙
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Guess we’ll soon find out! 🐝😁🖤
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o, I like the vitriol of this little verse; and the title — so apt–
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Thank you so much 👍
Can’t tell you how much I felt that vitriol at the time of writing too!
😬🖤
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🙂 it comes through very strongly 🙂 you don’t hold back 🙂 to misquote a line from Lady Macbeth: a little vitriol clears us of this pain 🙂
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Indeed.
Reckon Lady M was bang on 👍🖤
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Gorgeous the vibrant imagery in this piece! ❤
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Ah thank you! You’re too kind 😊🖤
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