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#Prompt: #Zoom
COVID - in my bedroom
Time to load up a zoom!
Doing a work meeting
With my PJs as a greeting!
From my 18 year old son Dylan Miller, who is a published author!
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#Prompt: #Zoom
COVID - in my bedroom
Time to load up a zoom!
Doing a work meeting
With my PJs as a greeting!
From my 18 year old son Dylan Miller, who is a published author!
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#Prompt: #Fly
Sometimes I think it would be cool to fly.
But then again it sounds like a lot of faff.
So even if I could, I probably wouldn't.
#CreativeWriting Prompt: Cauldron
Beneath the gnarled roots of the ancient hawthorn, where moonlight dares not tread, the cauldron rests. Its iron sides etched with runes long forgotten, pulsing faintly with a rhythm like a slow, sleeping heart.
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#Prompt: #Caulfron
By my 8 year old daughter aided by my 18 year old son:
Cats live with witches
Anna the witch has one
Under her witch's hat.
Love me love me purred mittens the cat
Daft little cat, meowing.
Ruby Anna's friend loves mittens
One cat sat with the two witches
No one can win a fight with us!
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She stirs the cauldron
Knowing that it will not work
But hopes anyway
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#Prompt: #Lavender
They Call Me Lavender
They call me lavender,
Similar to the flower.
It's who I am, they say.
Word for my rainbow ways,
A dictionary for Polari.
Lavender, they call me.
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From my 18 year old son Dylan, who is a published author!
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Café closing down
He starts choking back the tears
He'd grown fond of it