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 |  A folder for my writing August 2017 & July 2016 |
Week 4 Prompt 3 Free Form 158 words -- 40 lines Your aim was straight but you were also obtuse. Never mind the mangle, obtuse can be put to good use since it’s still an angle. First, you attacked the target as if cutting a tree with a plastic toothpick. Second, you forgot to post what you wrote and lost because you rushed, you weren’t even slushed! So, what? Losing points is fine in a game divine for your aim was… meant to be straight, though, you were somewhat late to realize you needed better eyes to stare at the screen non-stop, but now, all is well, and that’s swell. Hence, let’s jubilate the date your freedom from boredom to a world fancy-free --writing.com, might it be?-- where you delivered from within, your messages with dubious usages, and now, you’re true blue. Yet…no need to be torn, as the simple reason for all this hit-or-miss has been your due is because you were born during World War Two. ========== Prompt: You've done all manner of heroic deeds this month. Unfortunately, nobody's bothered to write you an ode. The meanies! This is your opportunity to brag share your achievements with the world. ~ Poetry  |
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