*POETRY WARNING* Spenserian Friend-zone

By débora Ewing
That shiny paper is its own reward: 
It scampers out of reach so flittingly
And dances nearer of its own accord,
Much more intriguing when compared to me.

 What value is not obvious to see
The worth at hand compared with effort spent,
But who am I to judge the cost to thee? 
A thing already won, irrelevant,

 I'll take the status quo, but play is cruel intent.

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  1. AnonymousThursday, 19 July, 2018

    Hmm is anyone else having problems with the pictures on this blog
    loading? I'm trying to find out if its a problem on my end or if
    it's the blog. Any feedback would be greatly appreciated.

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    1. débora EwingThursday, 19 July, 2018

      THANK YOU for asking. I will check it out. They are working for me on 3 different machines (which is awesome, since it's my blog.) Hopefully you've requested notifications and get the responses.

      Damn. I need you to see, because I take almost all the pictures myself, and I am vain.

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