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Bothell WA -- One of the nicest places
"Pamela" > wrote in message
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> On 08:00 11 Nov 2018, "Julie Bove" > wrote in
> news
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>> "Dave Smith" > wrote in message
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>>> On 2018-11-10 5:21 AM, Julie Bove wrote:
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>>>> "Dave Smith" > wrote in message
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>>>>> On 2018-11-09 1:29 AM, Julie Bove wrote:
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>>>>>> "Pamela" > wrote in message
>>>>>>>> The November issue has an article Nicest Place in America and
>>>>>>>> Bothell was in the top 10. They did not mention by name anyone
>>>>>>>> we know, but I'm
>>>>>>>> sure everyone there is in that category. Must be nice to live
>>>>>>>> there.
>>>>>>>
>>>>>>> What is the relevance of Bothell?
>>>>>>
>>>>>> I live there. Or at least it's my mailing address. I live much
>>>>>> closer to Mill Creek than Bothell. Mill Creek is a lovely place.
>>>>>>
>>>>>> Many people here like to take cheap pot shots at me and take what
>>>>>> I say and twist it into something else.
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>>>>> Sorry, but I think that you have that backwards. You make a lot of
>>>>> claims and when you get called on the lies you back track and deny
>>>>> what you had posted. You are the one who twists things. For
>>>>> instance. You had claimed to have been a writer. When you didn't
>>>>> know the meaning of the word "ignorant" I commented about a writer
>>>>> not knowing the meaning of the word. You then denied that you were
>>>>> a writer and denied ever having said that you were. Someone else
>>>>> went to the effort to digging through the multitude of old posts
>>>>> and found several where you had claimed to be a writer. Then you
>>>>> said you didn't remember posting them.
>>>>>
>>>>> There have been many instances where you have been caught making
>>>>> contradictory claims and people have caught you in lies. If you
>>>>> think that people are taking cheap shots at you, you should stop
>>>>> giving them so much ammunition.
>>>>
>>>> Wrong Dave. YOU have told many lies.
>>>
>>> Feel free to provide an example. You told me I was lying about your
>>> having claimed to be a writer. Someone else provided the proof that
>>> you had. You said that I lied about your husband stopping for supper
>>> on the way home, and others dug up proof of that. What you seem to
>>> have trouble with is the idea that when who make a claim about
>>> something and then later claim not to have said it, and someone
>>> proves that you did, that you are the one who is twisting things.
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>> I am a writer. I write on and off. There were a great many years after
>> I was married that I wrote nothing. I simply didn't have the time or
>> inspiration. Now I do. I am writing again. I will post some of my
>> poems at the end. Was trying to post them here but they are not
>> displaying properly. Probably due to different versions of Word. I
>> will pick short ones. The one about Baklava won the USA Today Haiku
>> contest.
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>> I did post of my now ex husband stopping for Pho on the way home
>> without telling me. But you seemed to think this was an every day
>> occurrence. He's my ex. There are reasons he's my ex. Not going to get
>> into that here.
>>
>> It's not me twisting things Dave.
>>
>> ALL IS NEW
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>>
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>> Let us regale in laughter.
>>
>> Savor the colors of the world.
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>> Permeate our senses with texture.
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>> Breathe in all the aromas of life.
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>> There are no boundaries.
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>> CAT
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>> Tail flicking, she waits.
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>> Butterfly try, fly away!
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>> One pounce, one gulp, gone!
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>> Crispy
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>> Thin and frangible
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>> Crispy shards tickle the tongue
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>> Luscious Baklava.
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>> EUPHONY
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>> Your voice sends shivers up my spine;
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>> so soft, so calm, and deep.
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>> Words flow with a smooth sexiness.
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>> So tell me a story, and I shall recline,
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>> and luxuriate.
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>> GOLDEN ORB
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>> Why do you tease me this way?
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>> I have wanted to see your for days;
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>> And when I finally see your smiling face,
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>> I am overcome with joy.
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>> I bare my body and anoint it with oil.
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>> My skin glisten in your rays.
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>> I nestle in the damp earth,
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>> Among the sweet clovers and buttercups,
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>> Longing to feel your warm embrace.
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>> You touch me for a brief moment,
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>> But then you?Tre gone.
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>> I am left shivering in the cool breeze,
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>> Under a cloudy sky,
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>> With the threat of raindrops.
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> Some nice verses there. Some shades of the great Gerard Manley Hopkins.
Thanks!
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