Day 50
How a long day goes by with girls.
Like a perfumed breeze.
Dressing up to the nines.
Striped dresses and polka tops.
Holding hands, crossing streets,
Sharing lives and rolling eyes.
Over laughter and chatter,
Toasts were raised with wine and beer.
Nuraine Sadaf 
I was feeling the party up until the last line which was like a brief final note from a metal brush hitting a cymbal. Toasts of wine and beer. Tish! It lost a little something.
Those look more like bubble teas, milkshakes and a soda. Though the purple one is likely doctored with wine or something similar.
[And, I guess I never thought about grown women holding hands, before. I don’t see any of that happening. But, I suppose it could.]
So, which were you? The striped or the polka-dotted? 🙂
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Holding hands and crossing streets. I was the polka one.
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Something polka-dotty like the dress Belle is wearing on my spring Chat Cafe space? Either way/dress, I imagine you looked nice. 🙂 Though, sometimes “the nines” means excessive makeup and jewelry.
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Yes, writingbolt I’m aware of the words and their meanings when I use them. Thank you though!
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Hey, I wasn’t out to offend or upset you. I was just noting my thoughts. I didn’t mean to say you don’t know what something means.
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