Net Stockings

Joyce ButlerJanuary 20, 2018

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Net Stockings

written by: Joyce Butler

@joycebwriter

You stayed the night

I told you to leave
once or twice

I always like to
pick fights

The bad ones
you know

Where you lie
and I scratch

Oh you're such a
good catch

All tied up
in my net
winter stockings

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Joyce Butler

I'm 41 years old. Mother of 2 from Waterford, Ireland. I work full-time as a Clerical Officer. I love to write poetry, micropoetry and short stories when I have time.
I was shortlisted for the Atlantis Short Story Prize 2015 and I've written the first draft of a book.

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An Gorta Mór – The Great Hunger - July 24, 2018
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Net Stockings - January 20, 2018

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