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I tried not to stare at her
This dishevelled lass of indeterminant age
Late teens? She could have been older
In my continued silence
She repeated: I’m an artist
I asked: Performing? Creative?
She answered: Destructive
Then turned and said, Come see
When she opened her door I saw
Oddments. Miscellany
Patchwork? Collage?
Explosive hodgepodge!
55 words written for Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt: Hodgepodge
crispina kemp 
It’s, indeed, an excessive hodgepodge. Excellent! 👍
Have a wonderful weekend! I’m looking forward for the next week’s pictures and challenge. ☺️
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Thank you. And thank you. Have a great weekend
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You’re most welcome. My pleasure!
Thanks! ☺️
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Wow I really like your take on this 💜
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It must be that walk through the churchyard after Saturday morning shopping, it does something to my creative mind!
🤔🫣🤪
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Love it 💜💜
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Yep 💖
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An interesting description of an artist
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Thank you. I think it a bit bizarre!
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You’re welcome. It’s unique 😛
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Treble thanks, my friend
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Most welcome
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Love this, Crispina. Very interesting take.
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Thank you, Nancy. It might be styled on my youngest daughter when she was in her teens
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Great take that room looks a lot like my daughters when she was in her early teens 😄
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My daughter’s too. She very much inspired my poem cos it’s just the sort of thing she would have said…back in the day
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🙌
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Oooo… I love this! Are you describing me by any chance! 🤔😏. Loved your take. It’s so quirky!
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If it fits… 🥰
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