Fun in life

In New Zealand, there is a poet writer called Tracey Slaughter. As per her surname, she wrote the poem with a style of Anatomy.

One poem from her started as below.

“You do not say, the flowers
Are like a bullet wound. They cost you
A packet and now they’re mulch on her chest.
A corsage of Blood.”

The poem is named “Anatomy of dancing with my future wife”

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Author: Cathy Tsui

Entrepreneur in wine and gifts. Importer and Exporter. Promotional products consultant; Italian shop owner; wine specialist; WSET certificate; self-media; wine talk show, "Let's taste some wine!" Those are old stories now. I am now an inspiring travel agent.

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