~Suck it up, Buttercup...A Poem by Frieda PSatire, perhaps. ;-)Wafting on a dancing zephyr posies unfurling under pressure jazzing to the ubiquitous lines butterfly wings all in a tizzy of the darkly color'd stanzas spectators a'ghast in convulsions a'waiting on wildflowers destruction apricot pits cringing in poetry's wake eruptions of creativity's faux pas desecrate a few of favor'd bliss sojourning in fundamental blues nothing left to be said put the hurt on them, a tip from mon chéri pal.... suck it up, buttercup ! © 2014 Frieda PFeatured Review
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21 Reviews Added on January 13, 2014 Last Updated on January 14, 2014 AuthorFrieda PNJAboutIf you want to know me, read my poetry, it's all in there. I am a mother of three sons (my finest moments) a sister, a survivor and a little bit crazy. I lost my beloved sister to suicide, so you'll.. more..Writing
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