MLMM Wordle

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Sitting in peace, reading the paper in a sweet, mellow, restful agenda, sat Jimmy Jones, in his secret identity, adrift in the unknowing media sea and him with a song in his heart, maintaining a soothing contemplative state. The television office personnel knew not to bother him until it was time for the big show. At that time, Jimmy would reveal his public persona, with loud harsh words donning his Crazy Cornac wrestling outfit. Thumping along the wrestling ropes surrounding the ring, he gnashed his teeth and swore impending victory over his opponent.

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SYW 5-20-24

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Here are this week’s questions:

1.  Do you have a favourite movie you never tire of watching? “Ironman”


2.  Do you have a favourite song or special song as a couple? “Scotch and Soda”


3.  How do you relax in the evenings? I usual watch a movie or read.


4.  Do you celebrate special birthdays or anniversaries? Yes, all! In fact tonight we are celebrating my great granddaughter’s second birthday!

Gratitude: As always, grateful for family and good health.

Share Your World 20th May

No Theme Thursday 2

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Another night. He might as well just sit here til dawn. It was 2:31 and he had to be up at 6:30 anyway, for a new appointment at a new facility. Maybe they could help him this time, maybe they would listen. He didn’t blame them really, for not understanding— that nothing they suggested worked. The pain was there, wasn’t going away and it had been months. Going to bed no matter how early or late, it didn’t matter. Nothing he tried let him sleep, let him forget. The candle was almost gone, the only company he had, flickered and died. It was 4:00 now, only a few hours left til daylight when he could forget for a while.

No Theme Thursday: 05/16/24

The Sunday Whirl

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The garden was coming alive in exultation with the dandelion weed dancers swaying and hibiscus in tiny flowered purple robes seemed to sing as if at a church tea where golden daffodil signs of hope whispered amen. The breeze caused squirrels to visit, smelling nuts scattered by the gardeners. It was time to forget the cold swath of winter winds and adore a warm spring breeze.

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