His oeuvre synonymous with love poems
His parsimonious heart wouldn’t loosen its strings
Fair maidens left heart broken
Dues against him kept piling up.
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Oh, I love what your are doing here! Especially “Dues against him kept piling up.” It makes a lot of sense after your first three lines 🙂 Seriously, this is a wonderful piece! A pleasure to read it!
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Ah! I am so delighted by your kind words. Thank you so much for your appreciation. 😊
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You are welcome 😊
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Well…mind-blowing 🤐✌️🕺🕺
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🤗😍🙏💃
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Brilliant
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Thank you so much dear Deepa. 😊
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Such beautiful use of word Parsimony
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Thanks Megha.
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Wonderful! 🙂
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Thank you so much Jenna. ☺️
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You’re welcome 😊 💖
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Jenna, I commented twice on your latest post and I think both are lying in your spam. Please rescue them. 😀
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Yeah that happens sometimes. I will be sure to rescue them!😊
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That would be nice! 😊
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Some are far too stingy in that department and die owing. Impressive use of the prompts. Love this!
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So they are! Thank you so much. ☺️
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You are kindly welcome 🙂
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