Just as the galaxy hurls interstellar objects past our telescopes in teasing hint of what else may be today a secret was thrown in my window a mystery chunk all glittered up with the shock of its smashing the note said "Guardian of this rock seek not its true owner for ye shall spread great unhappiness thou dough-eared spraggot" And so under my bed the sullen lump festers unable to be repudiated The note I burned in a colander in a very hot oven until the colander handles fell off and the ash was finer than the silken hairs beneath a baby's collar and I swept up the glass into the colander with the handles and buried it all under a bush and covered it with rocks of my own so the dog would not dislodge it
The Secret
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Dough eared spraggot indeed! I do love a good expression!
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he he. insults are so much better in Shakespearean!
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hehe! indeed!
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So many good images!
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thank you!
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Excellent imagery! Very nicely done.
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Thank you. š
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I love ‘dough-eared spraggot’ ; a strange and unsettling tale; love ‘repudiated’ š
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I wonder if you could post your lovely shell comment on my poem again; I must have pressed the wrong button and it was trashed š¦ š¦
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Oh dear! I can certainly do that.
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