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It’s your confusing style
Your ghost of a smile
Your softly formed profile
Not strong and agile
But disturbingly juvenile
It’s your decadent lifestyle
A voluntary exile
Lived on a fantasy isle
Away from the rank and file
You’re barely hidden and bitterly hostile
And you hope with that to beguile?
51 words written for Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt: Beguile
crispina kemp 
Great rhyme, rhythm and a lovely sense of sass.
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I have fun. Glad you like
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You’ve gotta be kidding. Surely who are not expecting me to make a rhyming comment just a get a smile!
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I do. When in the mood, my every other word is a rhyme. Can’t help it. I have to really work at not doing it in my fiction
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It works for some people 😉
Wonderfully done!
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Cheers, my dear
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Cheers!
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🙂
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Beguiling to the motherly instincts in some women, loving the perpetually naughty boy? 😉
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Mmm. I’m not the motherly type, so it’s wasted on me
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🤩🤩🤩🤩🤩🤩
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Thank you. Just some fun. Though I was thinking of someone
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Not very likely!
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🙂
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😉
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Fabulous rhyming here, Crispina. Such a fun poem – I can almost hear the incredulity in the last line 🙂
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I like to have fun with these prompts 🙂
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