dailyprompt
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What would I do differently ? Well, almost everything ! Please read on this isn’t an ordinary love gone wrong story, there’s a twist ! It’s Not Me It’s You. You say it’s not you it’s me, but that’s not really trueYou want to know why I can’t forgive the crazy things you doYou want… Read more
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My wife does the gardening she loves those fuchsia bushes, me I’d rather have a pasty. I always try and live for today and look toward the future. The past ten years or so haven’t been that good for me, what with my cancer and then the burns, my luck has to change soon. I… Read more
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The gift of warmth would be good. I’m colder than a cold person, in a cold place, with no clothes on and all the windows open. Where did that twisted lyric of the first line of the poem come from ? It’s got to be Dylan, but what is it ? Cold. It’s cold out… Read more
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The prompt is asking what do I do for play, I tried to come up with something funny but the well is dry today. So this a sombre tale with a serious message. I was concerned maybe a bit too serious, I asked a trusted friend and he said “Go for it” so blame him,… Read more
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My biggest Challenges at the moment are the six we have in our back garden. I freed them from a group of so called men playing soldiers, so they couldn’t hurt anyone. One is now a very cosy badger set, one is a foxes den, the others have itinerant squirrels. If anyone knows how I… Read more
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I have always loved old cars, whenever I see an old MG, Mini or Triumph it takes me back to my youth. I passed my driving test first time at age 17. My first car a white Triumph Herald 12/50 with sunroof. They were fantastic cars, way ahead of their time, but they were built… Read more
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I have a love hate relationship with adverts, they love preying on the naive, and I hate watching it happen. I have always been a bit of an inventor, if I could the following is one product I would invent, on a not for profit basis of course. ADVERTISEMENT Tired of the same old grubby… Read more
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I now realise politicians only lie when they open their mouths. Silent Night. Silent night, holy night, fireworks explode out of sightAmbulance racing flashing blue light, in the city there’s been a fightBlood it flows like communion wine, of holiness though not a signA homeless man killed with a broken bottleGreed in his sports car… Read more
