I was just calling to say that I
am on fire. You told me
to rain more. Or was it,
try not to mind? Either
way the lines got crossed,
distance no comfort,
I’ll have to resort
to homing pigeons.
Or smoke signals,
more like.
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OPTIONAL POETRY 
I was impressed with the honesty of this poem. The speaker was intriging and the narrative and imagery were just right for the subject. The poem is very good.
Vicki
PS you have talent for poetry that rings true and is original in the telling
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Thanks you, Vicki!
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