Tuesday, 13 May 2014

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Once I built a tree house
High up in the sky,
There I watched departing leaves,
Imagined I could fly.

So now I’m in Emergency
My body wrapped in plaster
With broken bones, no dignity
An absolute disaster.

Please go to Magpie Tales for a more believable explanation.

Coal: nature's hazardous waste dump.
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8 comments:

  1. Helen14 May 2014 at 1:26 am

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    1. Helen14 May 2014 at 7:07 am

      Oops, way too many typos!

      Call the doctor, call the nurse
      Itching now is quite ferocious
      Psychosomatic so they say
      Stress induced neurosis

      Nothing fake about my itch
      Real as real can be
      Just wait until I blow this joint
      Live high in the sky, up in my tree

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    2. Stafford Ray14 May 2014 at 10:15 am

      I haven't had time to look at other contributions yet, but if this is a typical sample, I had better got to it! X

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  2. C.C.14 May 2014 at 2:39 pm

    This take on the Magpie prompt is so reminiscent of childhood...particularly of my own sons and their many misadventures with delusions of flight and resulting broken limbs. Thanks for evoking nostalgic memories.

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  3. Tess Kincaid15 May 2014 at 5:00 am

    Now I'm feeling an itch in my body cast...

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  4. Kathe W.15 May 2014 at 2:37 pm

    your poem leaves me in stitches
    no plaster cast for me
    you can have those pesky itches
    while I'm back up in the tree

    Love your imagination Stafford!

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    1. Stafford Ray15 May 2014 at 2:51 pm

      Now listen up, you lot! It is not a good look when the comments are smarter than the post!!!

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  5. Carrie Van Horn23 May 2014 at 1:17 am

    ...but your words are no disaster Stafford...they always make me smile.

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