I felt a strange thrill
Walking the cemetery chill
Suddenly felt ill
As if I could kill
But must have been that pill
I’m losing my will
Need some water to swill
Hear a scream shrill
My bravery nil
Will hide until
Hearing a sweeter trill
My nerves wild and spill
From seeing a shill
With a metal spiked frill
I’ll hide down in the rille
Then escape in the hills
Won’t repeat this drill
I’ve had my fill.
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The Unicorn Challenge-13/09/24
Open Link Night #369 – Live Edition
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Can You Tell A Story In…
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W3 Prompt #124: Wea’ve Written Weekly
An updo by a professional for a wedding.
Collecting rocks😂
Korean salad
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Easy Peasy Writes
Remember the old days when there was a race?
All the biggies wanted to be first in space?
Now you can ride up to the edge and float
In a small capsule, your heart in your throat…
Every country wants to make spacial😉homes
Me, I like watching from an observatory dome.
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Writing Prompts
Don’t feel bad Linda, even Trump can say a full sentence some of the time😂. Trump quote:(On Puerto Rico) ‘This is an island surrounded by water, big water, ocean water.’’
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One-Liner Wednesday – Do you?
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Moonwashed Weekly Prompt – Mottled
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By the Beautiful Sea . . . .
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Summer sun I miss your heat
Autumn sun has cooler heat
Flowers nodding in cold rain
Geese flying to a new reign
Crows alighting scarecrow forms
October ghosts return to their norms
Crops of pumpkins start to flourish
While tomatoes no longer nourished
Bright vivid blooms start fading
Greener grasses now degrading
As leaf showers fall into piles
Causing jumping children’s smiles
No longer swimming in a pool
Time to return to school
There’s a sadness in the air
When one season to new compared.
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24 Seasons Syllabic Poetry Challenge, No. 51, 9/10/24, Part II: White Dew (September 7 – 22) Hakuro 白露
The Bag Lady 
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