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Welcome to the Saturday Mix – No Nonsense, 18 March 2023! You will be given a nonsensical, made-up word. You will need to come up with your own definition and use it creatively and in context, in your response. It is your choice whether you write using poetry or prose. Your nonsense word this week is: “pitication”. Remember, define it; then use it!
1. I love the outdoors but rarely get out much. 2. Sensation seeking? Is that a trick question?😂😂 3. Not really. I think we may want to think it’s luck but maybe it’s just good planning.
Thank you Rory and I followed you again with a different email, maybe it will work🙄
Observe the apparently rushed woman, not knowing exactly what the weather, and not making up her mind what to wear, deciding to be prepared by choosing it all.
It’s coming to get them From the sea’s realm Mother Nature’s rebelling And there’s no telling Where she will stop You’d better hop On the climate change train.🙄
Derelict you say. I guess that you may be right, in some respects. Of course it is my home and I am perfectly satisfied with it. I need no roof or door to protect me. The earthly elements do not affect me. I do not need space around me to be comfortable, therefore in a few centuries when the earth covers this old home, I’ll still reside in this space, at times.
I suppose you’ve guessed by now that I am not human anymore, only an ethereal being now. There were days of being flesh and blood, but that was when this home was new, fresh from my brother and me building it. It has been changed a few times, new roof tiles, new trees and plants. The main structure still stands which we built, stone by stone.
This is not a sad story, for much happiness and joy filled these walls, by me and generations after me. Please visit as you like, and play in the ruins, pretending to live the life I lived.
“On September 20, 1973, at the height of his popularity (at the age of 30) and the day before the lead single to his fifth album I Got a Name was released, Croce and five others died in a plane crash. His music continued to chart throughout the 1970s following his death. Croce’s wife and early songwriting partner, Ingrid, continued to write and record after his death, and their son A. J. Croce became a singer-songwriter in the 1990s.” Wikipedia
Uptown got it’s hustlers The bowery got it’s bums 42nd street got big Jim walker He’s a pool shootin’ son of a gun Yeah, he big and dumb as a man can come But he stronger than a country hoss And when the bad folks all get together at night You know they all call big Jim boss, just because And they say
… You don’t tug on superman’s cape You don’t spit into the wind You don’t pull the mask off that old lone ranger And you don’t mess around with Jim
… Well outta south Alabama came a country boy He say I’m lookin’ for a man named Jim I am a pool shootin’ boy My name Willie McCoy But down home they call me slim Yeah I’m lookin’ for the king of 42nd street He drivin’ a drop top cadillac Last week he took all my money And it may sound funny But I come to get my money back And everybody say Jack don’t you know
… And you don’t tug on superman’s cape You don’t spit into the wind You don’t pull the mask off that old lone ranger And you don’t mess around with Jim
… Well a hush fell over the pool room Jimmy come boppin’ in off the street And when the cuttin’ were done The only part that wasn’t bloody Was the soles of the big man’s feet Yeah he were cut in in bout a hundred places And he were shot in a couple more And you better believe They sung a different kind of story When big Jim hit the floor now they say
… You don’t tug on superman’s cape You don’t spit into the wind You don’t pull the mask off that old lone ranger And you don’t mess around with slim
… Yeah, big Jim got his hat Find out where it’s at And it’s not hustlin’ people strange to you Even if you do got a two piece custom made pool cue
… Yeah you don’t tug on superman’s cape You don’t spit into the wind You don’t pull the mask off the old lone ranger And you don’t mess around with slim.
The Bag Lady 
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