"You don't know how to write a love
poem," she said. "You couldn't
write one to save your life...
or your marriage."
"I'm not married," I said.
Apparently it was the
wrong thing
to say.
She left.
and I
returned
to my
desk
and wrote
something
that was
not a love
poem.
Daydreaming and then, maybe, writing a poem about it. And that's my life.
Daydreaming as a profession 
Wonderful! So many layers to this ☺️
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Great Bogdan! …and we always said bad things, its bad timing for us;)
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Oh, thank you very much! (◕‿◕)
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You are welcome,Bogdan, be still creative !
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