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.
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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