Write a story or poem of 5 Lines or Less using the word partners
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The young priest and the nuns of the convent watched as the postulants walked through the cloister to the garden for a time of prayer. As they went into the garden to take their places they walked quietly with hands folded and eyes looking down. Except for one who went in dancing with hands open, smiling and looking all around her with bright eyes. The priest looked at Mother Superior with a scowl and asked, “Does she not know the proper way to enter the garden for prayer?” The wise old nun smiled and said, “Oh, yes, she does Father but she cannot contain her joy when she is to meet with her Lord.”
Write a story or poem of 5 Lines or Less using the word dancing
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Many in the small town she calls home laugh at her and some even shun her, thinking she is odd and eccentric in her ways. It doesn’t matter, what they say or think about her that doesn’t concern her, but she is concerned for them. They are so heavily burdened with intolerance and narrow-mindedness they see none of the goodness around them. They could leave the dull darkness where they dwell if they would just open their hearts and step into the wonderment that is in the lightness of joy. Oh, how happy it would make her odd eccentric self to welcome them into the bright and beautiful world she knows and loves.
Write a story or poem of 5 Lines or Less using the word lightness
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I would galumph around the house ranting
Telling everyone all the things I was wanting
My mother would say to me,
Queenie, if wishes were money
oh, how rich you would be.
