A shot of whisky and a cigarette
Dimly lit inside my den
Typewriter clicking
Swing music and all that jazz
Hook my thumbs under my braces
And snap them back
The sound of high heels
On the floor
Outside the door
Look out
The woman in red
Is back!
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The woman in red messes with your rhythm? Lol
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Yes, it appears so.
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Thanks for stopping by and the follow by the way. Even if you do question my rhythm…
not sure I ever had any. 😉 But the woman in red usually has a gun.
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Haha. In bot questioning it, I was just curious as what the woman in red is like.
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She’s… You ever read/watched any noir? femme fatale like.
Good job she’s fiction. 😉
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Yeah. Good poem. It got me curious. As I was reading I went into this “me time” mode, that nice sweet spot. Then the woman in red comes and poof it’s gone. I thought that was brilliant. 🙂
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Thanks.
The woman in red does have that effect…..
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That she does. Thanks for the follow.
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Reblogged this on SEO.
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Thanks for the reblog
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