Ludicrous Limerick

A picture-perfect life

By Salomé SaffiriPublished about a year ago • 1 min read

I think, I'm wonderful wife-

With husband I'm never in strife

We're happily married,

In lying- there's merit.

Oh, what a ludicrous life!

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About the Creator

Salomé Saffiri

Writing - is my purpose. I feel elated when my thoughts assume shapes, and turn into Timberwolves, running through the snowbound planes of fresh paper, leaving the black ink of their paw prints behind.

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