Challenge
These are a few of my least favorite things...
as profound or trite as you please... any format prose or poetry
Julie Andrews can dish...
The word “nice”.
The colour beige.
Finding “your” truth (as loopy
as it sounds).
Anything lukewarm.
Vagueness.
(no raindrops or whiskers on anything, the kettles can be whatever, and no string)
Maria rocked because she picked something and fought for it - even in war.
And she sings nice.
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