The man I kissed on the train
was a Michelin star chef from Ireland.
We talked scallops on the way to Paris
and fell asleep in each other’s arms.
Was this scene partly real or dreamed?
After I lost my car in the parking lot,
I invented a serial killer
to give the story just the
right amount of suspense
Believe me. even James Purefoy belonged in that
bar fight at Whiskey River, but
I still can’t decide if he should
speak with a British or American accent.
And when exactly should he notices me
and my long legs, because I’m 5’7 in this tale.
But sometimes I’m stuck in the world of what is
helpless to the sufficient things.
5’2 and looking at the magnolia tree in my backyard.
It’s beautiful at dusk, all tact and fact in a serene spot.
What could be better?
What could be worst?
I sigh as I sip my tea.
I can’t muster up the inclination to make it bend or sway.
-Tosha Michelle
I want to read more about this π
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Ha-ha. It’s got really hot after James and I left the bar. Seriously, it was like 90 degrees outside. Signed, The dork
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haha that’s a fun poem… In this tale I am 5’7.. Good one.
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Thanks. If only it were true haha
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I find myself with scenarios in my head all the time now. The only time I mind is when I haven’t got any way to write things down right then!
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I know. That’s always annoying when you have a good thought and no pen and paper handy.
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Doesn’t James Purfoy belong in most things? Wonderful as always. I wonder if he can do a proper southin’ accent? β‘
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He does and not really. He’s does one in his new show. He overdoes it. I prefer his British accent did you ever watch The Closer? Oh my god her southern accent was ridiculous.
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Never watched it but I remember that actress doing that accent. Yep..it was kinda terrible. I have to admit I smile whenever I see James Purefoy…I remember seeing him first as the Black Prince in A knights tale. He just kinda grew on me. π
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You have exceptional taste. Just another reason why we get along so well.
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I can very well see that pretty head of yours concoct such happenings π
Then again you might be happy just with the magnolia in the backyard and the wonderful aroma of the tea
When I was a child I used to tell some friends I was a princess from a far away land above the stars and had been kidnapped by the people pretending to be my family. I actually was persuaded it was the truth π
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. I can just picture you doing that. Another thing we have in common, when I was little I used to pretend I was British and a member of the Royal Family. I would go around talking in a British accent
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Ah ah ah, both of us little princesses. Love that π
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You are truly my soul sister π
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You and I have the same passion for James Purfoy. I loved this, and the way your imagination sparks images in my head. π
Love & hugs,
Ellie
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He’s truly a beautiful man. Sigh
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Well, you should probably be lucky the chef from the train and the serial killer wasn’t the same person!
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I know, right? In the movie version I think they will be. Of course James Purefoy will be the killer chef.
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Wouldn’t Gordon Ramsay be more appropriate? Ha, Ha
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How about James Purefoy playing Gordon. Hey, I’m not fickle in my obsessions. π
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Sounds good to me!
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Stunning homage to the written word, Tosha! I’m really digging the indecisiveness, too.
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Ha. It’s pretty much how I deal with everything. Haha
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I am pretty indecisive, myself!
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I’m glad I’m not alone or my I ? Ha
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I make myself thinner in my stories, and I give myself a six pack. I like to create unrealistic expectations for myself. That way I’m always challenged.
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Ha-ha. You and me both!
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What a pleasure to read your imagination. Bravo
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Thank you!
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You had me from the first line
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Thanks Todd. Love ya
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Lovely, I like that you made yourself 5’7″. Heck, why not, you’re driving the dream. π Have a wonderful evening. ~ Mia
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Yes, next time I’m going for 5’9 π Wishing you a lovely evening too.
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Sounds great, the taller the better! π And thank you.
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This is inspiring me to think through what my own plotting would entail…He would need to be at least 6’2″ =) Thank you for sharing your musings while you sip on your tea.
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Nice xx
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What could be better?
Than the imagination once shared in childhood. Free as the wind.
To exit reality, at the first sign of bordom.
If ya need to sway a tree. Call upon Mireya.
She always blowing in & out of town… π
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Ha. Will do. Have a great day, Dale.
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hi, guys, visit me now. Wish you a nice day.
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hi, I’m musician too
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Mireya, a song in ( Paint Your Wagons).
Oh, just so ya know. I’ve been faithful to Chenlle.
Enjoy your day as well.
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You’re a good egg, Dale
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Get this: No snarkiness!!
I loved that! Very dreamlike and fractured in a fantastic way!
How horrible that I can’t find anything snarky.
So…stick up yer nose!
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I’ve taught you well. We never disrespect the Purefoy
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You might not! But if I find him rummaging through my bins again…
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Ha-ha. You should be so lucky. Watch The Following. He’s brillant in that show.
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I watch the scruffy git licking my Chinese food containers. I wouldn’t mind but he’s not poor. Strange fellow!
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Rude. How dare you, disparage THE PUREFOY
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Oh I dare! Im the daredevil! Mwahahaha
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For shame!
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To close to Easter for that. π
Thanks
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Ha-ha
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Oi be-jesus, Oi can do a right good Irish accent when ever oi blooming need to fer sure, true enuf!
Nice piece Tosha, nice tranquil ending too! π
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Was that Irish or cockney? Ha Thank you xx
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not sure! π xx
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π
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British accent. Always a British accent. Haha. Love.
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Jolly good then
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Brilliant. Carry on. π xo
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Cheers mate
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Very cute Tosha. I especially liked, “I still canβt decide if he should
speak with a British or American accent.” So funny. You know, in my tale, I would make myself have a body like Eva Mendes. Hahaha. Or at least a body with no celulite. Haha.
Hope you are well. I was away for a week. Very little internet. So glad to be back.
π
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I like how you think. I hope you enjoyed your time away. Lots of love
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Haha. It was busy. Niece’s wedding.
Love to you too.
π
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How lovely!
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love how you lace this with scallops humour π
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Inspired by your own Gordon Ramsay.
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inspiration lurks in the most unlikely places π
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Indeed π
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I love this! These lines are wonderful:
“The man I kissed on the train
was a Michelin star chef from Ireland.
We talked scallops on the way to Paris
and fell asleep in each otherβs arms.”
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Thank you. Happy Thursday xx
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