there I stand engrossed in the show sweat dripping, hatless, red when the tallest dude around points to my bare head so necks swing all eyes look my way-- good looking I am not it's then my furnace goes cold someone has blundered! oh, the gall! blob o' white plaster drips from head selfish! vain! kind folk hands me a napkin rub, rub, snarl-- I run. *** © 2021 selmamartin.com
And if I may entice you with a Fib as well. Here you go-- this one's for you!
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Thanks so much for reading. Be sure to claim your miracles.
I’m a simple woman who dares to see the beauty in ordinary. I’d love to connect with you and like pen pals, I want something beautiful to blossom between us. Will you join me? Selma is my middle name. Its meaning—peaceful, complete, are euphoric affirmations I like to think of myself as having. They compliment the joy I feel when I write. I sincerely hope you decide to join me on my writing journey. I Wish You Miracles.
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