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tall boys and tatts


color me 
shamrock carved 
switchblade kitsch
blue cacophony ivy

hit
me
up with
your hot sauce
your devil pepper
weaponry 
light me up &

tack weld
my libido into 
smiley faces
something useful


© 2014-Rene

*image via magpie tales

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  1. Kathe W.March 30, 2014 at 8:35 PM

    it's amazing how this image ignites such poetry!

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  2. Irish GumboMarch 30, 2014 at 9:17 PM

    That devil pepper weaponry will get you every time. You have achieved combustion.

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  3. Sumana RoyMarch 30, 2014 at 10:50 PM

    the image truly pepped you up...a fab interpretation of the picture...

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  4. Sherry Blue SkyMarch 30, 2014 at 11:09 PM

    You have used your words to great effect with this one, kiddo! I like Irish Gumbo's description: combustion!

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  5. UnknownMarch 30, 2014 at 11:55 PM

    Beautiful image, imagery and of course poetry.

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  6. BerowneMarch 31, 2014 at 4:48 AM

    Sharp, skillful, highly effective...

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  7. Cait O'ConnorMarch 31, 2014 at 11:07 AM

    hot sauce
    your devil pepper
    weaponry

    It is amazing what comes from a prompt.

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  8. Belva Rae StaplesMarch 31, 2014 at 12:57 PM

    Fascinating take on the prompt!

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  9. Silent Otto April 1, 2014 at 6:39 AM

    Full of verve and spicy !

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  10. Tess KincaidApril 1, 2014 at 2:58 PM

    I want somma that devily pepper!

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  11. AnonymousApril 2, 2014 at 12:41 AM

    Really enjoyed this.

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  12. HelenaApril 2, 2014 at 6:07 PM

    Done with such mind-colouring brevity!

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  13. AnonymousApril 13, 2014 at 12:50 AM

    I love this. Thanks for visiting CC, Rene.

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