CCC 80

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fresh water coming down

hello old green moldy one

bright green ferns a gift for you

while children play on colorful boards

under your watchful tutoring

not too deep, warm, just right

purple lichen add to this charm

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Crimson’s Creative Challenge #080

Esther’s Writing Prompt

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I’m the chairman of the board

Don’t think of me as master or lord

I’ll rule as honestly as I can

Every day of my four year span

Ignore men in uniform with guns

They won’t bother you or your little ones

They simply want to keep the peace

If taken you’ll soon be released

It’s a check for skin I like

No black or brown, only white

After you’re checked may be detained

I’m chairman and it is my reign

Uh, excuse my language, and it’s content

I’m only the president.

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Writing Prompts

Fandango’s Flashback Friday – April 2, 2017

Photo Fiction – April 2, 2017

The tower bell chimes 
Reminds us of times
When ships came ashore
In days of yore
To bring new spices
Or new devices
Alas those days
Are in a haze
The sea is silky
The horizon milky  
The once green cliffs
Have become a mist
Of brambles and blackened bushes
No more are there baskets of fishes
No more the clean white stone
Where fishing nets were thrown
And bags of treasures shown
Even all the gulls have flown.


https://sundayphotofictioner.wordpress.com/2017/04/02/sunday-photo-fiction-april-2nd-2017/

http://mymindmappings.com/

Friday Fictioneers

Susan looked up to the metal basket with fear, an old fear that now replayed in her brain, of old trips to the woodshed to fill the metal can with small pieces of wood. It was a scary errand. Grandmother knew how frightening it was for Susan, but still insistent on her doing the chore. In the woodshed hung huge hairy spiders, sitting on their ancient webs, hoping for a fly or bee for their next meal. Susan had an inordinate fear of spiders in general, even tiny ones inside the house. Seeing the container, she couldn’t help but shudder.

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3 April 2026