For those of you who claimed to know me besides being a 'rude creature', 'crafty' and 'devious' ( those are the negative sides ), loving , caring , and sexy ( those are the postive ones ); I have a 'Thomas Hardy' personality ( who's he? Read your wiki. ) in me.
I wrote poems way back when I was in my late teens. And there are a fair collection. My dear mistress kept them for me, for old times sake. Bless her, for she is my saviour in my times of sorrow.
Yup, there are many sides of me yet to be seen. And I am not referring to my bods; its my mind I am latching on here.
And I will share them in my good time.
Meantime, 'guten morgen' to some of you. ( check your wiki )
Creative writing is more of a compulsion to engage with yourself in a world of words, ideas, imagery. There are moments of hot exultation or prickly exasperated yet victorious expostulation when at last comes the right word, the rhyme that works or can yield surprise and pleasure. Thank you for sharing my engagement into those words. .
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