
Quadrille at dVerse Poets Pub today where Lisa is our hostess.
Q 249 Toot Toot!
Bella’s Battle Cry

No royal trumpet,
just Bella—our tiny chaos—announcing herself like a one-dog parade.
A stolen shoe,
a guilty face,
the invisible horn of trouble sounding through the house,
while we pretend discipline still exists here—
between missing slippers and shredded dignity.

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With love
— Maggie The Afterlove Voice 💫

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