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I said to Sally, I told her no
I wouldn’t go out again with her friend Saul.
But why ever not?
Saul’s a beautiful Scot.
Good upon eyes I don’t disagree
And looking in mirrors together
He looks good with me.
You are a match, Sally said.
In looks perhaps but not in our heads.
He talks and talks
He never stops when we’re out on walks
And basically he just talks shite
He’s a total blatherskite.
77 words written for Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt: Blatherskite
crispina kemp 
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Thank you, Sadje 🙂 🙂 🙂
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You’re most welcome
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You are a most welcome supporter! 🙂 🙂 🙂
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😍😍😍
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Excellent!!
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Thank you 🙂
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Amazing! I thought you couldnt do it! Glad I was wrong! Nice one! Lol
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I’ve not been stumped yet. Though the next two Saturdays I shall either be going on holiday or returning, so I might not have time. We’ll see!
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That’s wonderful! Enjoy your holiday!
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Thank you, Frank. It’s all looking good weatherwise.
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Very well written 🥰
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Thank you 🙂
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Alas, I’m afraid I’m one sometimes.
Then again, so are many of my friends.
(No, this is not directed at you.)
Of course, so are many of my enemies.
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I do admit I talk a load of codswallop at times. My apologies to my friends. I’ve not noticed it with you, though sometimes your chosen topics aren’t mine.
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