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Writing to an old friend

Almost fifty years

Raising children, a business together

Relationships may vary, come or go

A true friend remains.

https://lightmotifs.wordpress.com/2019/08/22/thursday-inspiration-18/#like-20113

They said go! and you shall see

A great world waiting thee

But here I am waiting, suddenly debating

Impatiently humming, no bus coming

Should I stay or should I flee?

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Nostalgia reigned as we gathered for the concert. Most of us were wearing our ragged shirts from their first concert we attended as a group of college students in the seventies. It was wonderful seeing everyone again and the music brought back memories of our younger carefree days.

A lot had changed in our lives, some lovers of that time married, ended up disillusioned in divorce, others grew weary of the college life and dropped out. The military had claimed the life of one of our group. We met, drank, laughed, shed a tear of loss, but celebrated being together.

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100 words

https://bikurgurl.com/2019/08/14/100-word-wednesday-week-

Today’s prompt: busboy, flowerbed, Maryland

A typical Maryland afternoon, humidity pressing down causing my linen bustier to uncomfortably melt into my skin. Lunch on the restaurant veranda she insisted and mother always got her way. The day was warmer than expected and high noon lunch was a ninety degree delight. The patio was buffeted by a flowerbed, where even the petals of my favorite rose drooped in the heat.

My only consolation was the constant wariness of the busboy, who smiled as he took his time cleaning the surrounding tables. However, his beauty and charm made the bustier grow tighter and warmer.

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Trouble, right here in River City. . .”The Music Man” starring Robert Preston in this scene:

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I spy with my little eye

A world so blue, yes it’s true

Sad sights I see of poverty

No compassion or charity

Cruel acts, hateful words

The everyday becomes absurd

A dream begins I cannot put away

A better place but it won’t stay

I fear my vision so gray a cloud

I hide my eyes from it in doubt

The vision cannot be changed

The world refuses to rearrange

Fear and hatred running free

My dream now seems in defeat

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It was a bizarre sight. His breathing shallow, his weight barely imprinting the mattress. My entry to the room went unnoticed, and the clear image proved my doubts true. Tubes of various sizes joined him to machines of every kind.

I could pray, offer a bid to the almighty to save him with my own sacrifice, but I knew it was too late; my ascending plea would only crash to the ground. His life now too early spent.

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https://sundaywhirl.wordpress.com/2019/08/18/wordle-417/

Open heart

Ultimate vision

Love reward

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Plug in and tune out is my motto

I’m not into real life’s grotto

Sure I like the idea of a gift

For me would be a guitar riff

From the likes of Jimmy Page

Hendrix or Clapton were the rage

Present me with this gesture

There’s no need for conjecture

Guitar music is my life goal

I would never ask for more.

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If you like this, there is a part 2. Can you pick a favorite?🧐🎸

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https://fivedotoh.com/2019/08/20/fowc-with-fandango-plug/#like-33920

https://dailyaddictions542855004.wordpress.com/2019/08/20/daily-addictions-august-20-2019/#like-325

https://cyranny.com/2019/08/20/gesture-word-of-the-day-challenge/#like-49378