let’s not run away
next time they hunt us down
let’s stay there and look
at their bewildered faces
let’s sit on the dirty curb
have a smoke (though both of us don’t)
and watch as they’re chased away
by a freezing november rain
by TETIANA ALEKSINA
© All rights reserved 2021
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Let’s sit on the curb ….there’s something about this line that i admire – good read !
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Aw, thanks so much! 😄
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Nicely Written.
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You are so kind, Anand. Thank you! 😊🙏
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Depends on what you’re smoking. I used to smoke everything, and I miss sitting on the dirty curb, sharing that moment.
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I don’t think I’ve smoked anything in my entire life. I’m not sure why, to be honest…
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I love your writings!
English is my native tongue, and I only wish I could write in the style you do.
Get in touch. Let’s share.
J
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Thanks so much for reading, Jeremiah. Good luck with your writing!
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Smoking on the porch is less about smoking, more about pondering. I’d love to smoke a pipe, sitting on my rocking chair, without a care in the world.
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That sounds cool to me—except for the smokin’ part. 😛
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Yeah, let’s
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Right on! 😀
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🙂
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So very true! I like your style a lot.
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Tati will be very pleased to read that. Thanks so much for reading! 😀
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