The Bag Lady

Joe decides to build his own mast

Using balsa wood for the task

His sail of course drooped

The deck also pooped

Hope sailed and his failure was cast

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Humans began building structures for shelter roughly 300,000 to 500,000 years ago, evolving from using natural caves to creating huts from branches, animal hides, and bones.  Houses are more than just the walls around us or the roof over our heads, as they are places where we feel comfortable and we connect to them because we feel that is where we belong.

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Coming Home. Song by Old Dominion ‧ 2024

OverviewLyrics

… I’ve been so many miles
I’ve done forgot how long I’ve been gone
I’ve worn a hole right through my soul and both these shoes I’ve got on
I ran the streets, I’ve shot the breeze
I’ve seen the world but found out
My ragged heart’s still on a string that’s tied to you

… And, I’m on my way (hey), I’m almost there
I look like hell, baby, but I don’t care
Take out your best dress, leave it on the floor
I’m coming in hot, baby, can’t wait no more, yeah

… So baby leave the light on, and let your hair down
I’m your midnight rider, it won’t be long now
Been driving all night, so Katy bar the door
Gonna hold you tight, so hold the phone
Gonna kiss you like I’m coming home from war

… You kept a candle in the window, waiting, burning for me
I’m turning home
I’ll turn you on as soon as I turn the key
Your gravity is pulling me, you’re all I need

… I’m on my way (hey), I’m almost there
I look like hell, baby, but I don’t care
Yeah, this old highway is through with me
Yeah, there’s a million winding roads
But, just one place I wanna be

… So baby leave the light on, and let your hair down
I’m your midnight rider, it won’t be long now
Been driving all night, so Katy bar the door
Gonna hold you tight, so hold the phone
Gonna kiss you like I’m coming home from war

… I’m on my way
Hey, hey
I’m on my way

… So baby leave the light on, and let your hair down
I’m your midnight rider, it won’t be long now
Been driving all night, so Katy bar the door
Gonna hold you tight, so hold the phone
Gonna kiss you like I’m coming home from war

… Just like I’m coming home from war
I’m on my way
I’m on my way

Source: Musixmatch

Songwriters: Shane L. Mcanally / Trevor Joseph Rosen / Matthew Thomas Ramsey / Brad Francis Tursi / Whit Sellers / Geoffrey Sprung

Coming Home lyrics © Universal Music Corp., Wc Music Corp., Sharkules Music, Tiny Handstand, Bird And Bean Music, Turs And Chorus, Art Of Ctm Music Outlander Lp, Smackworld Music

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No Place Like It

Okay, when you get there, just text me.

My phone won’t work down there.

Ok, then just give me a sign, I’ll be waiting.

Joe lowered himself slowly into the cave, not expecting it to be filled with roaring sea water.

Joe tried yelling for help when the rope broke, but the water muffled his voice.

When Mike felt the rope suddenly go slack he knew it was not a good sign.

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Sunday’s Six Sentence Story Prompt Word!

As we grew nearer to the rock, too large it seemed to be what our guide said it was – a map of symbols, now covered by a shroud, when the trail narrowed and the sun mysteriously to dull. The guide’s promise was after we crossed the water barrier, the sun painting would become clear to us. We all expected to see artifacts and ancient hieroglyphics, but the huge sun symbol was intriguing. From that area, tracks on the path led us to a moon sign, not an historical image, but placed next to what appeared to be a hand hewn spear, free standing on the side. The guide assured us it was authentic, stolen from a cave hundreds of years ago, but how many other tourists had walked by it, probably touching it? Later as our group discussed the tour, we decided most of what we saw was definitely not the real thing.

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Wordle 745

deep blue thoughts conjured

the depth of feelings lowly

sunlight tries to break

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painted rock flooring

a swirling ceiling surface

fish environment

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SenHai Saturday #40

There’s only one brute who’s name I sully

Cartoon bubbles show him as a bully.

Any guesses?

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Three Things Challenge: #MM342

I met a woman who had many talents, one was patchwork quilting. She has an interesting life and is a funny and quirky friend. She taught my granddaughters many sewing skills.

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Weekend Writing Prompt #456 – Patchwork

The accountant rolled the fluff off her needlepoint. It was not psychosomatic that her cat would secretly lay directly on top, making a mess. Miss Claws resented time spent on work, and hobbies. She pounced on the cd player to cancel the reggae music and still, her owner spent time dancing around humming when she could be petting her.

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Can You Tell A Story In…

Lips forget what they have kissed is a thought made by every woman who is left to taste another. Fidelity no longer exists, the new world order requires that every man has a duty to procreate. Marriage is out of the question as every woman is subject to any man’s fake affection. The woman’s role in society is to be pregnant repeatedly until her body is not viable to sustain impregnation. Men do not have that problem considering their bodies but as the quote above says, they forget who they have kissed and pregnated, left to “do their duty” as forced by new laws. A better world is the intent of fresh legislation in congress, now filled with men only. Orders are quoted and carried out, population is spiked and women are at home caring for offspring, males preferred. A woman always remembers a kiss.

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Prosery: Toni Morrison

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