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| This is the view we drank in all day... |
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| In the foreground, you can see the flourishing vineyard... We all met at one friend's house. Since I was the first one there, I had some time to sit and think and write. Although it's still quite rough, I jotted down these lines: Women... What is it? When a gathering of women-- fierce women-- occurs, the earth's axis shifts a little (in a crazy, Thelma and Louise way). Onlookers hold their breath and try to hold their tongues (in an attempt to still the disapproving clucking). Still others hold their hands over their ears as the women laugh and snort and bandy around bawdy talk. Women... What is it? I wouldn't have it any other way... What do you do when you carve out some time with your friends? |
Last weekend I went to lunch and shopping with a large group. Left feeling like I'd been on a small vacation. Good times!
ReplyDeleteThat DOES sound like good times.
DeleteWe gossip and laugh until somebody pees.
ReplyDeleteAnd then you laugh at the pee-er!
DeleteSounds like a great time. Women definitely have good times differently than men. Ever see a boat load of men giggling?
ReplyDeleteNo, I haven't. They're sure missing out...
DeleteSo that was what I felt this weekend? Next time, let me get strapped in before the world goes atilt. Love the poem!
ReplyDeleteKim--I'll warn you ahead of time next time...(And thanks.)
DeleteYour poem is awesome and pretty much sums it up. Laughter and unrestricted hilarity.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful scenery, great women friends, and snacks.....Heavenly! I really like your poem, too. I think it's very good!
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