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Friday, 5 lines or less…

Using the word example
Write a story or poem of 5 Lines or Less
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My lines:

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When they were kids she was the perfect example of a wild child. Everyone thought she would come to a bad end and die young. They have all grown old and grey and are set in their ways and simply bored to death. These days they call the wild child a crazy old woman and shake their heads in wonder wishing they were just like her. They can see now that she is the only one of them who has always really been alive and happy.

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29 thoughts on “Friday, 5 lines or less…

  1. Okay… so that cat made me crack up! And the sentiment in the writing is awesome. Funny how life changes our perspectives, eh? Thank you for sharing this!

    Stephen

  2. I was that wild child and I’m happy about it. What a wonderful life I’m living.

    Aw on that kitty. So cute.

    Thank you for joining the Feline Friday Blog Hop.

    Have a purrfect Feline Friday and weekend. ♥

  3. In trying to set an example
    He drank from son’s medicine a sample;
    Then he pulled an awful face
    And was sick all over the place,
    Then exclaimed, ‘That stuff is downright harmful!’

  4. O stately throne so stuffed of self see now the steely worm
    whose coiling writhes throughout your deep, cold as night passages
    has found the heel and bit upon those secrets dark, and Lo
    its joy discovered now has they sabbatical undone
    to example aplomb plumbing skills and tools thus used with haste

    [this is something I hope to pursue for a future collection of humorous takeoffs of lines from famous poets. I’m hoping to get back into writing poetry again, and even compiling Cantos. This attempt at a poem stems from Wm. Blake’s The Sick Rose. I dwelt a bit on even a sick rose may still smell like a rose, then thought an outhouse ever smells like an outhouse, and then to a stopped-up toilet needing an auger after the plunger failed to produce results. Hence the dawning of a sick tongue-in-cheek writing exploration. hahaha]

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