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Good times and then cmae covid
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When times were good, we indulged
and bought Egyptian cotton sheets
with a thread count over five hundred
which you said qualified as luxurious
and who was I too argue as we fucked
like rabid rabbits through night and day.

But now with hard times, although
the count is still high, like us
the threads look a
little frayed.

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PiscatorPiscatorover 3 years agoAuthor

UYS - many thanks, for the mention in Poetry recommendations. You are correct. I've submitted an edited version. It;s good to know, you and Elora also share my delight in crisp new sheets

UnderYourSpellUnderYourSpellover 3 years ago

Mentioned in Poetry Recommendations..

UnderYourSpellUnderYourSpellover 3 years ago
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Mentioned in Poetry Recommendation.

UnderYourSpellUnderYourSpellover 3 years ago
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I'm a little confused with the first line "When times were, we good indulged" and wonder if it should read "When times were good, we indulged". Otherwise it has the crisp delights of new cotton sheets!

AnonymousAnonymousover 3 years ago

Ohhhhh I loved this! Nothing like fresh new sheets against naked skin. Deliciously sad.

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