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Purport (64)

March 12, 2022
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I once knew a woman named Amy.
She swore she would never betray me.
But despite her purport,
I can right now report,
in the end all she did was just play me.

Dear Amy,
I hope you are well.
I really thought you were swell.
To me
you were like a
little piece of heaven.
But,
then,
what did I know at eleven?

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from → Poetry, Writing prompt
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  1. lois permalink
    March 12, 2022 8:12 am

    Ah, young love. The Marvelettes…they had some really good songs.

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  2. Liz H permalink
    March 12, 2022 9:03 am

    I instantly thought of the Pure Prairie League song, “Amie.”
    Fun write!

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  3. Dale permalink
    March 12, 2022 6:21 pm

    Awww… That is sweet (all things relative)

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  4. Bill permalink
    March 13, 2022 5:29 am

    Charming limerick and letter. Well conceived and executed. 🙂

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  5. writingwhatnots permalink
    March 13, 2022 10:36 am

    Lovely limerick. Still smiling. 😊

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