The Bag Lady

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Small Town Kid” written by our own Frank Prem.

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http://wanderingwords.co.uk/

“Honey, did you call the plumber yet? I can’t clean the kitchen with no water, and it’s building up here, quite a mess, really.”

“I thought you were going to call! Now it’s Friday already and we’d have to pay a fortune to get a plumber out on the weekend.”

“How about your dad? He’s good with this sort of thing.”

“You know what happened last time. . .then we had to get a real plumber!”

“He meant well. So we could get a hotel, just for the weekend. Just me and you and. . .”

”Room service!”

“Humph”, groaning.

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https://rochellewisoff.com/2019/11/06/8-november-2019/

https://rugby843.blog/2016/11/08/response-to-daily-prompt-second-thoughts/

I tried to reblog, no luck. Here is a screenshot:

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Fandango’s Friday Flashback — November 8

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https://rugby843.blog

Just around the corner, at the bottom of the garden, there they were. Blue trumpet flowers over flowing among the ferns. The mist was hiding them a bit but her tiny fingers carefully pushed them aside.

Stella was quiet as possible but at the first sight of movement she could not suppress a giggle. Such delight flooded through her little body, such a privilege to be the only one able to see the fairies. She spoke a soft “hello beauties” and two lavender winged fairies rose up atop the ferns. So tiny she only held out one finger for them to light upon. No words were spoken by them, but they smiled and nodded in greeting.

Stella was so happy remembering the stories her great grandmother told her about this place in the garden. It seems the ability to see the fairies skips every two generations.

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https://mindlovemiserysmenagerie.wordpress.com/2019/11/07/tale-weaver-248-at-the-bottom-of-the-garden-7th-november/

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Everyone says fifty is nifty

I think it’s the “all’s downhill from now on” instead

You’ve probably met the love of your life

Handled your job with strife and stress

Married and divorced your first spouse

Cynicism rules the day

Life pushes you around

Where are dreams you were promised?

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https://chelseaannowens.com/2019/11/02/the-weekly-terrible-poetry-contest-45/

Joe dragged himself out of bed for the first time in a week. He pulled his sheets off the bed and threw them and his shorts in the hamper. How could he have stayed there so long? Looking in the mirror, seeing his oily hair disgusted him. Joe hadn’t eaten a meal in a week except for a bag of potato chips and a two liter bottle of Coca Cola. He noticed a chocolate wrapper was stuck to his elbow. How could he have stooped this low?

Stepping into the icy shower, Joe had an epiphany. The cold water seemed to flood his mind with positivity. Sporting a smile the first time in days, thought, a new day, new life!

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https://rantingalong.blog/2019/11/07/joelles-tales-first-thursday-of-the-month-tmat120-writing-prompt-for-10-7-2019/#like-21385

Sidewalk sale, yea! I love these. Out here I feel I can take my time without some clerk watching my every move, asking what I’m looking for, or suggesting other musicians. I know what I like. I have very refined taste.

Now where is the latest Al Yankovich cd?

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https://only100words.xyz/2019/11/07/three-line-tales-week-197/

Your image placed within a frame

On my bureau still remains

In your face I recall

Loving memories of all

The swiftly failing memory

Of arguments or woe

I gladly, and willingly

Bid them go

It gives the mind a needed gift

Sending bad memoirs adrift.

https://godoggocafe.com/2019/11/05/tuesday-writing-prompt-challenge-november-5-2019/

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I chose three quotes from John Muir. I completely agree.

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Next, Michael Jackson’s take:

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And this:

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Maroon Bells, Colorado

https://aguycalledbloke.blog/2019/11/05/321-quote-me-natures-best/