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Still out of town…but here it is …just maybe…
Just Warm not Just Ice
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I like your hope that the bird feeder will refill itself. Nifty trick, if that happens.
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It really is amazing sometimes that when you travel that you do forget what you’ve left for the excitement of exploring where you are.
One relative has been watering the houseplants they saw…forgot about others. And I don’t think I actually left instructions to fill the feeder. But the weather hasn’t been too bad and I’m not the only one in my neighborhood to feed the tweeters 😉
But two weeks away is the longest I’ve been away. I really have had a wonderful time. 🙂
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I love the vain hope about the plants and the feeder. That was great.
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I think ‘just maybe’ lends itself to ‘vain hope’.
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We removed our bird feeder because the seeds attracted mice 🐁
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My eyes scanned that quickly in passing as “last mango”. So maybe I will write a “Last Mango in Paris” — working on it now…
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(smile) I can hardly wait!
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Just maybe
The last mango
In Paris
Is the one you and I
Shared by the river
At 3AM
And my imitation
Of Marlon Brando
Made you laugh
“You Americans!”
But your eyes
Locked on mine
As you bit
Into the fruit
Oh so slowly
Then stopped
The city
Stopped
The trains, the
Traffic, the drunks
All unable to breathe
Just your eyes
And that mango
In your hand.
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Tense!
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I love your romantic “Last Mango in Paris”
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LOLOL! Thanks!!!
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I’m somewhere in the mid-states. Not in Paris…
But with autumn there comes too many lasts in the harvests…
but soon the new year and new beginnings 🙂
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https://purplepeninportland.wordpress.com/2017/11/15/maybe/
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That’s the best limerick I’ve read in a long time!
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I am honored! Thanks, Misk.
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Hahaha! Loved the limerick!
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Thanks, q!
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‘Just maybe’ someone thought,
got excited and then experimented
and some great discovery was made.
‘Just maybe’ someone thought,
thought it through and wrote a book.
‘Just maybe’ someone said in a prompt
and imaginations began to sizzle
and poems were popping like great
mounds of scrumptious puffiness.
‘Just maybe’ was the tipping point.
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I imagine a see saw in the park – with letters and words and writing implements and thought bubbles of “Use me”… and then some of us…have, haven’t we 🙂
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“imaginations began to sizzle” — wonderful. Yup!
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