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A free spirit he called me
That’s what I am
Then complained when I gallivanted
Out of season, out of time and mind
A free spirit, he said me
But I cut him to the quick
When my gallivanting
Stole me away to the local nick
46 words written for Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt: Gallivant
crispina kemp 
This isreally good!
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Thank you. It’s written in answer to the prompt. Though free spirit, that is me
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My pleasure
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Well done.
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Thank you. A combination of prompt and imagined truth 🙂
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Very good poem.
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Thank you, Sadje
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A pleasure Crispina
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🙂
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Love it! And you can’t hold a gallivanter down and have them remain happy.
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This is so true. And so several misguided fools have found
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Some lessons are harder to learn than others 😉
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Tis true… oh it so is ttue!
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It is!
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🙂
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Love this too! 🙂
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That you. Apart from that last line of being put into nick, it was written about me
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yeah, I caught that! 🙂
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🙂
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Fantastic! 🙂
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I imagine you as a sort of free spirit – is that alright with you?
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That is me. Been said of me many times, by many types of folks
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