The air has not moved since last night
There does not seem to be enough milk
In a fridge of drab leftovers and cold
To soothe a spoilt dull and overfed ego.
WHAT ARE YOU WAITING FOR
WHAT ARE YOU WAITING FOR
The air has not moved since last night
There does not seem to be enough milk
In a fridge of drab leftovers and cold
To soothe a spoilt dull and overfed ego.
NOMZI KUMALO 
Time to clean out the fridge. Dump the lot in the compost heap, along with the spoiled ego. Recycling is good. 😀
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Lol. 😀 Positively uplifting you are dear Bear. Recycling is where it is at. 🙂
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😀
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A simply poignant truth. 🙂
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🙂
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Nice poem! Thanks for the followxx
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Thank you and you are welcome Juliet. 🙂
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Keeping the blue in the skies – love that and will remember that my blues (excluding fabric colours) belonged in the skies. Thank you for this
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😀 And you are so welcome too. 🙂
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Exquisite… raw life you have written…in such few lines, you have captured an essence. Very nicely done. Your soul pushed through.
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Grinning on a Thursday and so glad that I can tap into honesty and tell it like it can feel. The human condition. Thank you for your generous words Heather. 🙂
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I am in awe. I hope I can keep up to catch your next 🙂
Have a beautiful day, Nomzi!!
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You too Heather. 😀
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I try to keep my blue in the skies, Nomzi, but it’s not always easy. 🙂
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Now that is a marvelous place for blue to be. 😀
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Wow – very powerful!
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Thank you for stopping by Ladyfi. Luckily we are free to choose how much blue we allow into our days yes. 🙂
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