Looking out from blue eyes
Blew my cover
Blew my cover
Looking into blue eyes
I’m calm. I’m Jenny. I’m nice. The best way to make a friend is to be one. I like that saying. When you like me, I like you more. When you figure that out, you’ll like me more or less. I write poems and true short stories. You’ll find them here. Welcome Lovers and Wreckers. xo
Jenny
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December
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- Sensible Shoes
- Swill
- Dressed
- Lick
- Wind
- Sleep
- ulterior motive
- Two Poems
- Engaging
- orange fruit
- By Then
- Push
- Biker Bar
- Make Me
- Over Beer
- Short Robber Story
- Hand Held
- Cake
- The View
- Night Moon
- Light
- Wonder
- Hedonist
- Lisa
- Bear
- Dear Jenny a short story
- Questions
- He Is
- Silence
- Beach Head
- Gravity
- no horseplay
- lies still
- the season
- Blue Eyes
- Poetic Nightmare
- The Person You Are
- Tumbling
- Amuse
- Status
- Fleece and Velour - a short story
- Words
- A Ghost Story a short, Jenny story
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