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SoCS 12-15-17

Good day! Sun is shining, 40 degrees F, and all shopping, wrapping finished. Ahhhh. Another year “we” decided not to do too much, and of course we did. Anyone else out there do the same? I’m not talking huge expenditures just more than you probably should. The contrast between doing what you know I should and what I want to do is my story quite often. I try to be conservative all year. Maybe that’s why I like to splurge a little on Christmas. And before you give me the lecture “that’s not what Christmas is about”, let me save you the time. I know that, it was indoctrinated early on. I limit myself sometimes to help others. I think that’s what it’s about. All year long doing whatever and however to help someone else. So at Christmas I try to give something unnecessary, but wanted. That’s how I interpret gifting. I have one wish, well besides peace, that a huge freak snowstorm occurs over California to stop the horrible fires. http://lindaghill.com/2017/12/15/the-friday-reminder-and-prompt-for-socs-dec-16-17/

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http://fivedotoh.com/2023/12/01/fandangos-flashback-friday-december-1st/

I think it odd, the placement of the safe

Hardly to be opened showing any grace

What items would you store in such a place

Unknown, since the toilet tissue crisis race

Is now over although Covid still exists

I wonder if it holds bathroom cleaning tips?

Or secret books for long restroom trips?

Replaceable garments for an unintentioned slip?

It could be anything but I don’t think it’s lenient

The safe’s placement here is very inconvenient.

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Secrets

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So today, during this busy holiday season, I want to make this prompt easy. Write a poem about giving– or not giving. Be sincere or cynical. Be introspective or expansive. Be serious or frivolous. Just give us a poem.
Please use some form of the word give in your poem or title.

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Giving

Family love I have plenty

I rely on it mentally

Speaking or writing, giving love

Realizing my blessing not from above

But surrounded here, a treasure trove

Troubled, sad, tired or glad

A welcomed ear always to be had

The meaning for me of “family”—

Love expressed heartily.

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Poetics: It’s a Given

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http://www.fromthissideofthepond.com/2023/11/hodgepodge-questions-volume-528.html?m=1

http://lindaghill.com/2023/11/29/one-liner-wednesday-sometimes-2/

love

once enjoyed

only a memory

seen in dreams

I remember

you

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W3 Prompt #83: Wea’ve Written Weekly

Yup, here’s the proof! I knew there would be a backlash, since it all sounded so simple. You can’t fool around with Mother Nature and not expect a problem or three. It might have helped the energy crisis, developing larger animals that only use oats for fuel, but then you’ve caused another problem…giant poop deposits! There has to be a better way.

My apologies 🙄

http://christinebialczak.com/2023/11/28/simply-6-minutes-welcome-to-the-challenge-11-28-2023/

This week’s Story Starter teaser is:

“There’s no cure for a beast like me,” Victor said, a sardonic smile on his face.

Marcia thought he was kidding and laughed, thinking she liked his beasty side. She was so tired of her milk toast husband and his practical daily schedule that only included a five minute conversation during dinner. Then he would go into his study and she wondered just what he did in there since he always kept it locked. He never showed affection and a once a month routine for supposed romance was not satisfying. She wondered how many other arranged marriages ended up like this. Marcia decided to sneak out to the local pub and found Victor, the all too willing participant to fulfill her desires. At their third meeting he told her “There’s no cure for a beast like me,” Victor said, a sardonic smile on his face. She thought she was ready for the beast. Marcia became the next victim in a long line of dissatisfied women.

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http://fivedotoh.com/2023/11/28/fandangos-story-starter-125/