As the phone rings, I snapped it
Like spirits coming, I admit
Some stories radiate, some not
Origin of why I bought
Me? I was born in a cave
From the rain, it can’t be saved
Ashes to ashes, limb to limb
Without mobile phone, life is grim
(c) ladyleemanila 2017
For: Sunday Photo Fiction – May 7th 2017, Wordle 298 May 6 by brenda warren
Or so it would seem.
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thanks, James 🙂
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worse still no internet to blog with 😉
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yes, a nightmare indeed! thanks, Jae 🙂
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That’s true and only one of many reasons why I will never make it as a poet
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I removed the last word and replaced it with Beautiful. Sorry.
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thanks, Michael 🙂 I’d do the same, but it doesn’t rhyme with “limb” hehehe…
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Such a cute little poem.
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thank you, Neel 🙂
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Short and sweet. I like it.
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thanks 🙂
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