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Call out to the muses for I have lost my inspiration to the sickness that has boiled my body feverish and my mind numb
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Aug 23, 2017
Aug 23, 2017 at 3:37 AM UTC
I am Sick Today
My daughter fell in love with a potato,                         "A potato....... My mind was confused and my face was a picture... of why would someone ever love a potato? I asked this myself in my head then out loud.      My darling how have you a fondness for a potato? *He is the only one for me he is so soft and never has a chip on his shoulder..* A chip? really, how did you meet my little lady. He was just mulling around in a mash pit, The music was the spud rock and he was my root. I will have to meet you new boyfriend, Dad, I love Barry, he even let me  wear his jacket it was so fluffy inside... Fathers out there would have the same look on their face as I do now!!!!! "OK,  as I was waiting impatiently to see this lad. She walked in hand in hand, I just gave the daddy look, hi Barry he stared in a starch looking gaze. my daughter spoke "I'll just get my bag, I spoke in my sternest voice, "Barry if you don't treat my daughter right, "Lets just say ill mash you up, understand.... And then they left not the gentlemen of before no jacket to lend her, just walking out the door like he had just been roasted by my words... Hours had past worry in my thoughts then my daughter came back, tears in her eyes. "What ever was the matter my darling? *"He had steamed off because I wanted to know why he never leant me his jacket,* "He said I was being a dumpling with him, *"So I told him you were right and that he had a chip on his shoulder, he replied I was fried,* I told her that potato's can be a little mashed, and a chip they will always have, because you cant change a potato they will always have a little starch inside...
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Nov 20, 2016
Nov 20, 2016 at 6:51 AM UTC
Barry The Potato
My daughter fell in love with a potato,                         "A potato....... My mind was confused and my face was a picture... of why would someone ever love a potato? I asked this myself in my head then out loud.      My darling how have you a fondness for a potato? *He is the only one for me he is so soft and never has a chip on his shoulder..* A chip? really, how did you meet my little lady. He was just mulling around in a mash pit, The music was the spud rock and he was my root. I will have to meet you new boyfriend, Dad, I love Barry, he even let me  wear his jacket it was so fluffy inside... Fathers out there would have the same look on their face as I do now!!!!! "OK,  as I was waiting impatiently to see this lad. She walked in hand in hand, I just gave the daddy look, hi Barry he stared in a starch looking gaze. my daughter spoke "I'll just get my bag, I spoke in my sternest voice, "Barry if you don't treat my daughter right, "Lets just say ill mash you up, understand.... And then they left not the gentlemen of before no jacket to lend her, just walking out the door like he had just been roasted by my words... Hours had past worry in my thoughts then my daughter came back, tears in her eyes. "What ever was the matter my darling? *"He had steamed off because I wanted to know why he never leant me his jacket,* "He said I was being a dumpling with him, *"So I told him you were right and that he had a chip on his shoulder, he replied I was fried,* I told her that potato's can be a little mashed, and a chip they will always have, because you cant change a potato they will always have a little starch inside...
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I do love my little egg cup, His brother much the same, He holds my egg so perfectly; Boiled eggs are not a game. They bounce about for 4 minutes Before they take their test, They need a place to hold them straight; My egg cups are the best. When the soldiers are awaiting, Those buttered friends of mine, I need my little egg cups To keep them all in line. They come with little cosy hats To hide their eggy heads, I take it off and just like that; Prepare for eggy bread! © Karen L Hamilton, 2013
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Jan 10, 2016
Jan 10, 2016 at 6:26 PM UTC
My little egg cups
Life is cruel and unkind Boiled over with wasted time Count the hands of moments lost, tick by seconds, minutes tossed Temperature rises and hits the mark A hundred degrees turns too stark Bed of sand and heat wave sear Weigh it down with constant fear Mercury rises an internal kind Cuts right through a melted mind Turn it off, burn the fool Anger mounts then its cool
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Aug 13, 2015
Aug 13, 2015 at 11:40 AM UTC
Boiled Over
في الصباح فلافل و فول حسب الاصول ... و عند الغذاء فلافل و فول ايضا ... و وقت العشاء فلافل و فول حسب الطلب و حسب الاصول ... الفلافل مفيدة و كذلك الفول فكله الياف ..... صارت الحياة كلها بكلها فلافل زائد فول ... _______________________________________________________________
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Jan 27, 2015
Jan 27, 2015 at 2:34 PM UTC
3 meals in a day ثلاث وجبات في اليوم