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#164242 - 10/31/08 07:54 PM
Re: What say you...?
[Re: chatty lady]
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Registered: 01/16/07
Posts: 3404
Loc: USA
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saint, sinner, freezing, boiling
"This just ain't right," said a brother to another.
"Saint or sinner, " she's still our mother,
"I'd rather she be freezing in heaven on a cloud
Than boiling in her own sweat, screaming out loud.
If we don't do something, Satan's gonna get her
to take her to hell to boil there, forever."
(yes, EW's image of her husband on a beach was in my peripheral as I chose the new words.)
man, beach, sweet, fog
Edited by gims (10/31/08 10:37 PM)
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#164260 - 11/01/08 05:25 AM
Re: What say you...?
[Re: chatty lady]
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Registered: 09/09/08
Posts: 779
Loc: American living in Germany
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Woah gims, your poem was graphic. I’m flattered that my photograph inspired you for your new word suggestions. Actually that is a good idea to use our photos for the next words.
I showed Hubby your poem Chatty. He said if it had been a mermaid out of his reach, he would have been running. Lol
And he told me to thank you for calling him sweet. He sends you a kiss for that.
_________________________
A friend is a gift you give yourself.
-- Robert Louis Stevenson
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#164303 - 11/01/08 02:30 PM
Re: What say you...?
[Re: jabber]
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Registered: 09/09/08
Posts: 779
Loc: American living in Germany
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rainbow, handshake, motor, cookies
It was a day and a year ago
My car got stuck under a rainbow,
In the middle of a field
It wouldn’t yield
I needed a truck to tow.
I trudged to the next house by a lake.
The farmer smiled and gave me a handshake.
I cried, “ My motor is down!
Need to get to town,
Or I’ll never make it to the cooky bake!”
“Oh, you bake cookies for the fair?
Why I like cookies better than éclairs!
Git in my car,
It ain’t so far,
Then we’ll haul you back over there.”
Well, I was pleased as Hawaiian punch.
Yup, your right about that hunch.
The farmer and me
Kissed and got married,
And eat cookies under rainbows for lunch.
New words: dream, live, manage, secret
_________________________
A friend is a gift you give yourself.
-- Robert Louis Stevenson
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#164331 - 11/01/08 08:25 PM
Re: What say you...?
[Re: chatty lady]
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Registered: 01/16/07
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lol... do my poetic wanderings make you think I'm twisted?
chocolate, fabulous, weird, coconut
A day in the kitchen made me all weird,
Ne'er a complaint, not one touched my ear
Drizzled the chocolate, smooth o'er the top
Sprinkled some coconut, small drop by drop
Took my first taste. My moves weren't declined.
Next thing I knew, we were tightly entwined
What happened then, you'll have to envision
I have no regrets for this one decision
Fabulous, fabulous, I must confess
Didn't think twice 'bout making the mess
bright, peek, round, sisters
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#164356 - 11/02/08 12:27 PM
Re: What say you...?
[Re: gims]
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Registered: 02/17/05
Posts: 10032
Loc: New York State
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I'd sped o'er the road,
with sunlight so bright,
I had to peek under the visor...
'Twas such a long drive,
to my sisters' house,
I arrived just a little wiser.
The route that I traveled,
'twas narrower than most,
with hills and dips and curves,
And as fate would have it,
'round many a bend,
Stood whitetail deer, so I'd surve.
In the fall of the year,
And everywhere up here,
It's actually quite common,
To go for a drive and view with your eyes,
Many fluffy, whitetails a bobbin'.
New Words:
scouts, trek, lonesome, trails
Edited by jabber (11/03/08 09:56 AM)
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#164498 - 11/03/08 09:00 PM
Re: What say you...?
[Re: jabber]
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Registered: 01/16/07
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Loc: USA
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scouts, trek, lonesome, trails
another group of hard words...
The trek is long and the scouts are few
Started out with twenty, now there's only two
Scouring lonesome trails, briar underfoot
Looking for a spot to rest, to even stay put
One crying, "Momma," tears falling fast
The other thinking, "Dummy, I knew he wouldn't last"
Where had the others gone, the other eighteen scouts
They stayed at the campsite, eating bread and trout
alone, try, won, fail
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