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say hello to my little fan

photo credit Skip Hunt
courtesy of Tess Kincaid for Magpie Tales

you looked us all
straight in the eye

and the first thing you told us
pluck
ouch!

was that he loved you

and then in the next breath
pluck
ouch!

he loved you not

wouldja do us all a favor,
huh?

go pluck a windmill

crazy
daisy
bitch

Rene ~ July 2011

Comments

  1. Irish GumboJuly 31, 2011 at 10:48 PM

    Ha! Bravo, Ms. Foran! A very smart take on the prompt. Love the twist in the narration. Excellent!

    (p.s.: Mine will go up on Tuesday. Need to think about it.)

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  2. Tess KincaidJuly 31, 2011 at 10:51 PM

    Haha...really cute! Poor flowers.

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  3. Glenn ButtkusJuly 31, 2011 at 11:29 PM

    Tremendous juxtaposition, and
    we are transported slyly from
    metal to petal back to metal.
    Clever, fun, well done.

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  4. ReflectionsJuly 31, 2011 at 11:47 PM

    Fabulous transitions! Love what you have created in this.

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  5. Brian MillerJuly 31, 2011 at 11:54 PM

    haha...yes please dont abuse the flowers in your grief...great title rene

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  6. PearlAugust 1, 2011 at 12:29 AM

    Oh, Rene. :-) I love the layered stuff.

    Pearl

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  7. kelvin s.m.August 1, 2011 at 4:42 AM

    ..i love how you coated this piece with such a humour and inventiveness.. much enjoyable read! :D

    ~Kelvin

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  8. JinksyAugust 1, 2011 at 4:58 AM

    Tough petals to pick off this daisy, though! LOL

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  9. Fred MillerAugust 1, 2011 at 8:06 AM

    "Go and catch a falling star
    Get with-child a mandrake root. . ."

    And it goes on from there.

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  10. FireblossomAugust 1, 2011 at 8:14 AM

    Okay, one look at that title, and...well, who is going to clean up this mocha cappuccino I was drinking? ;-)

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  11. Fragrant LiarAugust 1, 2011 at 9:15 AM

    Bwaahahahaha. That one was ripe for the plucking!

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  12. HelenAugust 1, 2011 at 1:15 PM

    Another 'Rene Special' .... love it!

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  13. Kay L. DaviesAugust 1, 2011 at 3:08 PM

    This is super. I love it, too.
    — K

    Kay, Alberta, Canada
    An Unfittie's Guide to Adventurous Travel

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  14. ChristineAugust 1, 2011 at 5:36 PM

    Had to keep rereading this one, very funny.

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  15. cosmos camiAugust 2, 2011 at 11:15 AM

    A surprising read. Fun!

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  16. MartinAugust 2, 2011 at 1:24 PM

    Very nice.

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  17. Doctor FTSEAugust 2, 2011 at 2:22 PM

    Very clever idea.

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  18. Sue JAugust 2, 2011 at 7:57 PM

    This one brought a giggle. Nicely done.

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  19. Lane SavantAugust 2, 2011 at 9:36 PM

    Sympathy for the flora, I love it.

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  20. The Blog of BeeAugust 3, 2011 at 12:06 AM

    A totally different, most enjoyable take. Flowers hurt too!

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  21. ♥ BrajaAugust 6, 2011 at 7:17 AM

    ha! love it :))

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  22. Erratic ThoughtsAugust 6, 2011 at 12:10 PM

    such helpless flowers,superb sounds and imagery :)

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  23. Carrie Van HornAugust 6, 2011 at 1:02 PM

    Rene all i can say is that you are awesome...:-)

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