
I’m not the one to hold a grudge
But Mike has eaten all the fudge
He is getting so fat
Nothing fits but his hat
After sitting, can’t even budge!
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Laughing Along With A Limerick

I’m not the one to hold a grudge
But Mike has eaten all the fudge
He is getting so fat
Nothing fits but his hat
After sitting, can’t even budge!
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Laughing Along With A Limerick

Here are this week’s questions:
1. What brings you the most comfort:
food, friends, a good movie, pets, a walk on the beach/in the park, something else. Being with my family such as this coming Sunday for a Thanksgiving get together is my most fun. Second would be a walk in the woods.
2. Most of us love our food. Is there something you like but know you shouldn’t have it? Of course, but I find craving something and then actually having it, such as French fries—it’s never as good as I thought it would be. But a piece of rhubarb pie? I’m in!
3. Do you prefer a garden of flowers or growing vegetables, or do you not have a garden? I had a few pots of flowers and one tomato plant on my patio this year. I enjoyed it.
4. Would you like to be rich, I mean REALLY rich? If I was really rich I would give my children and grandchildren homes of their choice, anything else they needed and then stock the food pantry in town, build homes for the disadvantaged and maintain a free medical clinic.
Gratitude: I am grateful I have a get together with friends tonight.✌🏻
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Running and Breathing Don’t Mix

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Monday Poetry Prompt: Difficulty, Reason, Run

The scents of a candle burning down stirred her sleep and Julie stretched out her arms, nudged Dickinson off the edge of her bed and surveyed the large space she called a bedroom. The old writer’s desk by the arched window shown an unrelenting pile of papers and dictionaries and Julie observed them with a sigh. It seemed the words would not come and the magic was gone. Maybe it was a sign, an end to her career writing novels. Dickinson rubbed against her, asking for a hug and Julie looked into the cat’s face. Could this friendly companion sense that Julie’s writing had become ordinary, not worth editing even? She grabbed her up and went back to bed.
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Wordle 681


“I say, are you a gaucho? I’m taking photographs of the local culture and I noticed you sort of herding that group of men.” The men in question were lined up, walking a familiar trail singing, oddly enough, Chinese work songs. The man on the horse gave the photographer a hateful look and spurred his horse on ahead. The young man with the camera looked around quickly and seemed to search for something. Looking desperate, he thought he never should have tried the local food special for lunch. He got into his car and looked for a Texaco bathroom. It was a safe place he thought, but his stomach sounded a huge growl and he thought he probably wasn’t going to make it.
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OLWG# 392- Opium Wars

Rules of the hop:
Write 6 Sentences. No more. No less.
Use the current week’s prompt word.
Link up at Wednesday’s post. Link goes live at 6:00 pm through Saturday late…
Spread the word and put in a good one to your fellow writers.
PROMPT WORD: BENEFIT
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Promises of benefits I think they’re for the wealthy. The money floating in the wind for bribes is not stealthy. It’s in the open, all the crimes of the ne’er-do-wells. It’s almost like some voters were under evil spells. We sit in shock at suggested appointees. Now holiday vacations cannot be taken with any ease.
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Sunday’s Six Sentence Story Word Prompt!


Savor the wild winds from the north
Their strength can be an ally, need
Furious winds companion be
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The wild ones have their purpose, worth
Breezes cause a journey for seeds
Spreading wildly, helpful indeed
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Blowing snow, flowing, riding forth
Farms, gardens rely on the breed
A boon for propagation seen
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Clearing dead plants in a powerful swarth
Wild winds, increase the planting speed
Nature’s plan in its windy scenes
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Winds have their special vocation
Wild winds can help food causation.
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MTB: A Trilonet of Wild Winds

cheer is hard to find on these days
future will change in many ways
disenchanted as laws are flayed
we reap what they have sowed
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Ovi Poetry Challenge 74: CHEER is your inspiration.


Neighborhood lights flash on
The dog sits in his backyard barking
An every night occurrence
One neighbor calls the police
They talk to the dog’s owners
Confrontation doesn’t work
Police take the dog away
Neighborhood quiet until one adopts a puppy
Neighborhood lights flash on
A puppy sits in his backyard whining.
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Reena’s Xploration Challenge #356

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Easy Peasy Writes
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