thanks mish for a good quaddrille word in nibble.
ANGRY NIBBLE.
Why nibble when you can gorge!
Gorge down on my sanity.
Go on I dare you, BINGE!
On what was myessence.
Am I nibbling your inner self?
I want not a morsel.
Another nibble and I’m gone,
You have consumed my sanity.
GOODBYE!
© 7/2/2022 ROG LEACH
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That’s a slow agonizing death you’ve described. That guy shouldn’t crawl or walk away, he should RUN! Nice job.
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Thank you
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This resonates deeply. It’s sad when others nibble at our beliefs, our core, our principles.
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Thank you
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WOW, Roger – this was unexpectedly intense!
-David
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Should have been titled bad day!!
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A very intense poem! Sounds like something really bad happened to you 😦
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Just having a bad day. Should have been tge title
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Sometimes you need to gobble instead of that infuriating nibbles
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So true
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