
Julietta thought she could sing
Her voice really made their ears ring
An audition for opera
Made them try to stop her
Said “Sorry, it’s just not your thing!”
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Laughing Along With A Limerick

Julietta thought she could sing
Her voice really made their ears ring
An audition for opera
Made them try to stop her
Said “Sorry, it’s just not your thing!”
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Laughing Along With A Limerick

sliver moon
shines defiantly
gold crescent
floats in black
a brave portrayal witnessed
not hidden in clouds
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Monday Poetry Prompt: Crescent Moon

I could pretend it was cold enough that the honey bees would stay home, but I saw some trying to hover over the zoo’s dense garden of roses. The roses were bordering the primate area, a poorly planned section. Once I tried to move them along back near their hive where the honey was, but it was a failed practice. The security for the primates forbid any interaction with them or the bees, so I couldn’t do it alone. My coworker and I smoked them and were successful in pulling them back into the hive. Either the bees or the primates would have to be moved.
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MLMM Monday Wordle #439

“Be careful! You’re about to singe my basketball sign patch! I’m so proud of it because it will signify I have lettered in that sport.”
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Three Things Challenge #MM162

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Share Your World 25th August.

Cellpic Sunday – Breakfast in Hawaii

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Sunday Poser # 248- A child’s first lesson

I admit it. I am that square peg that tries to fit myself in the round hole. Or I can be the square hole that a round peg can’t fit properly. Where I live it is sometimes the case. It doesn’t stand out much if I just keep my opinions to myself. But that’s not going to happen!
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Sunday’s Six Sentence Story Word Prompt!


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OLWG#412- The Ad
Brenda Warren is our host and you can join in HERE.
⬆️I had to copy this from Di’s site.😵💫⬆️
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It may be a virus causing you to quaver
It lingers like a veiled prey on your voice
Rugged healthy men rely on written papers
Every note that’s written they read, their choice
Communication when ill with this is no favor
No given name, just a dance on your chords
Germs want to show off, wish to be on a runway
Allowing their varied bag of ills to play.
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