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StoryDisasters Rhiannonw215 years 1 month ago

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My stories

Back to School!

September mornings, sunny faces walking crisply back to school … September mornings, Mums released … Now their therapy’s begun, they walk their flock, or drive the run …

A sweet or sour end?

Though bones may crumble, your movements fumble, joints stiffen, legs weaken – a heart that’s humble, sweet and loving, is ever giving, with gift to lift the weary visitor,

One small step = one giant leap, his mother knows (IP?)

… Don’t push that struggling child to run, but praise that step – progress begun! … For that small step, his mother knows, was like a giant leap (pride shows).

The specks in whose eye?

With pleasure they expose the grabbing greed of those whose balance grows and grows unconscious of the woes that from their action flows. But they too covet, who accuse, –
Cherry

Cloudy Word-play (IP)

Wandering in cloud-cuckoo land, buzzing, on cloud 9, head in the clouds, with visions grand assuming all is fine; but someone clouds the issue, your eyes cloud over, frown,

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