Tormented fingers race across the keyboard Release sought from unrelenting thoughts Agonizing assault ignored Pain denied Cascade of words flow from tormented digits Satiated deliverance once more achieved Copyright Β© 2018 Penny Wilson
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I felt the.pain. Excellent poetry dear friend ππ
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Thank you so much, Walt. β€
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It’s a pleasure Penny ππ
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Reblogged this on quirkywritingcorner and commented:
Wonderful!
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Thank you so much!! β€
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Oh, the power of words. Your words today. Well done.
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Thank you, Audrey. I learned all of those old-fashioned handcrafts, back in the day. My mom taught to embroider when I was very young. I still dabble in it to this day. A lost art form. I also taught myself to crochet when I was a teen. So along with the typing, I give my digits quite a bit of abuse. π
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Oh I love this one! Thankfully, I can’t relate; no arthritis here… however, my poor fingers often can’t KEEP UP with my brain! I guess in time then they will become sore and painful as they work so hard to keep up π
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Thank you, Jess! I’m lucky. Arthritis runs pretty heavily in the females in my family. I only have a small touch of it. At least, so far. π
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Aw thatβs no good π³ keep those fingers warm at all times.
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It’s all good. Thanks, Jess. β€
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Reblogged this on anita dawes and jaye marie.
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Thank you for reblogging! π
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