They used to call him Honest John
A name rarely used for such a con
Artist usually accompanies that
But I’d have to eat my hat!
John was basically a good guy
Years turned him, don’t know why
I think it was the war.
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Honest John was a young recruit
Loved wearing the Army suit
He traveled over to Vietnam
And there he lost his mind – I am
A friend and fellow soldier true
But the rainy swamp made us blue
And mostly it was war.
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I know 44 is the rule, but wrote two😉
Quadrille #226 – Honestly!
This was all I found when the police took me to his cabin. I hadn’t heard from him for a couple of weeks but wasn’t worried. As the book title explains, he was never afraid of failure and took many trips around the United States. It seemed he was always welcomed and he took photographs of the people and places he visited. I wish I had come up to see him sooner, but probably it would not have made a difference. Apparently he had some type of sudden stroke and was found lying, even peacefully, in his home. Goodbye Uncle and safe voyage.
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What do you see # 293- 16 June, 2025
The doorbell repeatedly rings, way too loudly. The baby wakes and starts to cry. I lift him in my arms and trudge to answer the door. “Good morning madam, I just need a moment of your time…I have this lovely set of…”
“Let me just take that moment”, speaking over the baby’s cries, “and say to you, pitch your wares to someone who’s interested, good day!”
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Sunday’s Six Sentence Story Word Prompt!
Magda finished dressing as her husband sat on the bed, shockingly quiet. “I use black eyeliner, combat boots, and a visible aura of disdain, for tonight the devil can ride! The era of Trump will soon fade, as dissenting individuals like me will protest against his tyranny!”
Her husband shies away from her, and asks, “do I still figure in your life?”
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OLWG# 422- June 14th Micro-Poetry Sampling
Cellpic Sunday – The Smallest Lizard?
The caravan parked in one of the state’s forests, so when the wheels touched bundles of tracks, we stopped to investigate. There were traces of old pelts—legends tended to tell stories of cloud’s breath bearing down on some unwanted hunters of the animals also trying to survive on the land.
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Wordle 710
Saturday Six Word Story Prompt (6WSP) #140 – Jun 14, 2025
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The bright yellow taxi lost its wheel sending us walking on the road, into a dark, cruel path—a labyrinth. It was unending, even dripping wet! My sweater started to soak through. When I looked down I saw a crab happily walking to a light. It turned out the crab led us to the opening.
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Can You Tell A Story In…
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You may think that I am aloof
As I sit up over you on the roof
The reason is my dear wife Francie
Is way down on the patio dancing!
I didn’t say I’d be happy to join her
So she stomped out and found her own partner.
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The Unicorn Challenge-13/06/25
I would like to be a person of folly
But lately I’m a bit melancholy
I dwell on photos of the past
When family gatherings would last
Now I hate to see them leave
But I don’t go so far as to grieve
Mostly I have a happy life
I can handle with humor most of the strife.
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Weekly Prompts Weekend Challenge -Melancholy.
The Bag Lady 
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