‘As a team, you must keep me in the loop’
she requested of him,
and for sure he did,
he made sure the loop was tight.
he strung her high up with hopes
and lowered her down to the slumps
where he watched her writhe
as she fought to regain control,
like a squeaky mouse
she sought a way out,
for the space in the loop
was squeezing out her life.
© Jacqueline
The Daily Post – Loop
a cooking pot and twisted tales 
Very cleverly done, Jacqui! 🙂
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Thank you Judy 🙂
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Wow! Beautiful
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Thank you Natasha.
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You have a smart way if ‘looping’ these words because they make a catchy poem.
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