I’m at the end of the line
And running out of time
I need to tell her that she’s so fine
Her kisses intoxicate me like fine aged wine
I think she really wants to be mine
But right now I need a sandwich
Before I start to whine
I looked at the clock
And it was half past nine
I knew then that it was a sign
She said she loved my receding hairline
As we sat together
Sipping Tennessee moonshine
I couldn’t take my eyes off
Her plunging neckline
She scolded me
Saying “No monkeyshines”
So I sang her my version of Sweet Caroline
At that moment our hearts intertwined
And we became each others
Forever Valentines
~The Tennessee Poet~
©Walt Page 2019 All Rights Reserved
This is so sweet, Walt.
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Why thank you Bojana!
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Sipping Tennessee moonshine!!! That’s so beautiful 💐
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Thank you so much! Good stuff, lol. 😎
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Never had moonshine…
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Powerful and potent, but soooo good 🤓
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😊😊
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😀
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You are such a romantic at heart! Lovely poem!
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Thank you so much! It’s my curse, lol. 🙂❤️
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You’re welcome. But I think it is more a gift than a curse.
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figure of speech 😊💛
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Reblogged this on The Reluctant Poet.
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Thank you my friend 😊
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This is truly wonderful Walt 🙂
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Thank you so much my friend! 🙂
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🙂
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Reblogged this on A Guy Called Bloke and K9 Doodlepip! and commented:
This is just really great, so nicely written and wonderfully expressed in typical Walt Writing style – read on.
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Thank you so much!
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Pleasure Walt, really lovely poem 🙂
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I appreciate your comments 😊
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🙂
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