Talking to the wind
My name is a gift
Not an arbitrary adjunct to
A supposition made by
Foreign tongues.
Tongues that speak with lyricism and cool;
Tongues that fork, and drool
Venomous charm.
If my name is a gift,
Then we are indeed equal,
Me and them,
For in German a gift
Is just as bad.
Look it up,
You’ll be glad you had.
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You are indeed a gift. I mean…never mind, this is very cool.
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Thank you love 🙂
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I do agree with Bill. It sure is cool. You and your name and the poem. Love it Maria. 😀 ♥ Hugs ♥
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Thank you for your wonderfulness Sonel. Nice to see you, and thanks for passing on by. 🙂
Hugs back!
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You’re welcome hon and the same here. 😀
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🙂
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