She laughed. Called me romantic
After I read a poem. Insulted? Quixotic?
Me?
Defender of truth and reality?
Kiss my ass, Bitch! I have feelings, too.
Look both ways when crossing romantic hearts.
Mind the gaps for the barbs of the insulted.
Sammi’s Weekender #186 (quixotic)
Our Literary Journey 
You tell ‘em, Bill! How dare they call you a romantic 😉
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Indeed.
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Dear Bill,
I’ll be sure never to call you romantic. 😉 I like the way you turned your Half deck on its ear.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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Actually, I thought your final few words were very romantic!
My twenty-six!
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