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Even a poet can go down when the negative microbes gang up on them; liked your brevity & levity, regardless. So gird your loins, clear your head, and limber up your fingers for the next prompt, and the next.
This is my penciled-in story,
offered up in bits and pieces,
prose and poetry, image and
story. I'm so glad you are here,
pull up a chair, let's sit by
the fire and talk about life.
All text and photographs are the original work of Kelly LaFleur, unless otherwise noted. All rights reserved.
Be kind, don't copy! I can be contacted at mrsmediocrity(at)gmail(dot)com
October 3rd, 2013 at 11:14 am
awww…i hope you feel better….
October 3rd, 2013 at 12:54 pm
Sorry you’re not feeling so hot . . . hope it’s short lived and that you’re back on your feet soon. Hugs xoxo
October 3rd, 2013 at 1:32 pm
Feel better soon!
October 3rd, 2013 at 1:55 pm
Even a poet can go down when the negative microbes gang up on them; liked your brevity & levity, regardless. So gird your loins, clear your head, and limber up your fingers for the next prompt, and the next.
October 4th, 2013 at 8:28 am
I hope you’re feeling better by now. I would rather be under that tree too. So beautiful in its simplicity.