It was no mystery, Joe’s entry for the East Junction country fair. He knew the competition was keen and when he came to check on Porky, his prize winning pig, the pen was empty. Old Mr. Fingeredit had stolen Porky again. The two big roosters Joe bought to act as sentries, failed. “Farming has gotten pretty competitive last couple years”, Joe told his other neighbor, Quiet Quinton.
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Three Things Challenge #MM391
No need for a bookmark
As you can imagine
The Stars and Stripes are
Torn up and sagging
The world looks upon us
And sees justice draggin’
Rules now defunct, our laws laggin’
Maybe in ten years, maybe a hundred
Will look at this history
And learn from our plunder.
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The Friday Reminder and Prompt for #SoCS April 11, 2026
“Why do irons have a setting for permanent press?” Stephen Wright
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Woke up with an oof
Pillows punched ragged, not poofed
Could this be a spoof
From brother always a goof
May be but I have no proof
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#TankaTuesday Poetry Challenge No. 59, Onomatopoeia in Poetry 04/07/2026
Fat little birds squat to rest after searching the rocks and shells to find tiny creatures that quell their appetites. Away from their quests rocks a small wooden boat, steered by a slightly billowed sail in the wind. The occupant too, wishes for an interlude on choppy seas. Stormy grayness appears, menacing, and stirred up ocean waves ruffle the water. Shorebirds hunker down anticipating heavy rain while some seek shelter among the beach trees. A temporary condition, the spring weather companion, while all living things wait for summer sun.
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10 April 2026
Charlie drew furiously, thinking it a great cardboard and fabric disguise, pressing it to his chest, as if to cherish his efforts. He ignored the fabric’s imprinted waterfall background, the action in front was key to his identity, a boogie-woogie dancer. “What’s buzzing cousins?” while adjusting his mask, yelled into the dancehall.
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Can You Tell A Story In…
“I collect rare photographs…I have…one of Houdini locking his keys in his car” Stephen Wright
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I think it might be poor vision
Thinking of his last decision
To war or not to war
That is the question
“Teach them, teach them all”
His words of wisdom
“I have the power
They have the need
So send the troops
With hastened speed
I need oil and money too
I’ll sacrifice many, including you!”
His speech a warning we must heed
He’s not the only one with wartime seeds.
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Writing Prompts
The Bag Lady 
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