she's still not over the fact that she is under the ground she speaks in rattly, clattery hissing voices whenever they come around "I'll reach right up and turn your ankles you unforgivable gits, for burying me, prematurely, over a spell of the coughing fits" so angry with her new residence and bored a deeper shade of blue she's knocked over her marble marker and broken it clean in two. Boo! ~ Rene 2010 To join Magpie Tales click HERE For another take on this magpie please check out "The Song Of The Stone Healer"
Oh we would, if prices were still what they were in that photo!!! Now each item costs five bucks, at least where i live. My grandma would never believe it.
ReplyDeleteI too would love that feast--love the brevity here!
ReplyDeleteSounds like a great date :-)
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Sharp and skillful; nicely written.
ReplyDeleteGood tone and wordplay.
ReplyDeletethis is perfect!
ReplyDeleteHa - nice wordplay!
ReplyDeleteAnd that's how it was - nicely done!! smiles . . . Eddie
ReplyDeleteClouds and Silvery Linings
Those were the days indeed :-)
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love love love
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