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Here are this week’s questions:

1. Would you like to have your own private jet? Who wouldn’t? I would visit my son in Albania!

2. Would you like a chauffeur to drive you everywhere? Oh yes!

3. Would you like to live on your own desert island? Nope. Give me a cabin in the woods in the mountains.

4. Have you ever had anything made to measure (suit, dress, shoes etc) Yes. My mother made a lot of clothes even as a teen.

Gratitude: I am extremely thankful that after many hours even days on the phone trying to get some thing corrected, that my daughter came over today and to fix it for me. She has a magic touch.

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I blushed as he finished reading

I had no idea his words were leading

My heart to admire him

Unspoken thoughts on the brim

Of my lips but not revealed

Thinking his words could heal

My broken heart, empty now

Shown in his wrinkled brow

Concern for me, maybe a start

A try to fill my empty heart.

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Daily Prompt – JusJoJan the 20th, 2026

6. Funny you should ask that as my granddaughter just got a new one yesterday. Too painful for this old lady, but she doesn’t seem to mind😵‍💫

This Week’s Writer’s Workshop Prompts – January 20, 2026

This mother’s son, followed a service to the greater good. A tragedy, but he tried so hard and lost his life because of it. Today we need to follow his example.

a lost life

no rewards for him

tragic tale

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Monday Poetry Prompt: Service, Son, Today

“Bury me with the lies I told” – written outside the envelope. It was addressed to me – I wondered why. I barely knew her, and what I did know was not pleasant. I met my new mother-in-law three years after my “real” mil died of cancer five days after I married her only son. Tragically, we had two days after the ceremony to travel and meet her. Then less than three years later I had a new (Cruella deVille) mother in law. Then my husband a new half brother and a half sister on the way. All this surprising but then communications weren’t easy. Our children were pushed away from them as grandparents and no one stopped this. I ripped open the envelope, thinking maybe it was an apology. I was wrong of course. She kept her lies and I gladly buried them.

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Dverse Prosery Monday — Bury Me

He said, “okay just one more time”

She offered her face so sublime

He bent for a kiss

Her lips he did miss

Disappointed, said “never mind”.

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Laughing Along With A Limerick

A sorry definition of our ongoing troubles in Minnesota, after failing at other states, is the consistency of Trump’s power to ruin our United States of America. Armed thugs, masked and ready to spray protestors, break them down, and even take their lives! are on the move. They take children, even an infant and harm them physically, not to mention the mental damage to young minds. This needs to stop! This has been done in other countries and wars resulted. Please don’t let it get that far. Speak up!

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Daily Prompt – JusJoJan the 19th, 2026

Call of the barnyard alarm, the rooster, sounded and Joe decided to roll out of bed even though it was still dark outside. This was the perfect time to harvest the ripe sour cherries before the birds woke up. As the minute the sour cherry tree was ready, the birds knew to descend and in a few minutes, no cherries left for his pie.

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Three Things challenge #MM308

I’ll keep this kosher

Keep it light

Censors don’t want a fight

So I’ll simply say when a child

Played on mom’s organ

A silly way

I pushed and pulled the knobs a plenty

Feet barely touched the pedals many

But it was fun and I enjoyed

Made my grandma’s spirits buoy.

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Daily Prompt – JusJoJan the 18th, 2026

The formerly hidden cave figures decided it was time to end the enigma that surrounded their group. The end of chaos could not be achieved and harmony was now a disappointing effort, though well meant by their made up society. Dressed in rough hewn gunny sack fabric robes, the only exposed skin on their forms were their faces. Necks were covered in layers of blue hued beads, enough to bind the color’s meaning to dwell in sorrow at the state of the world.

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