
The tree didn’t want to be there
Alone in that field
No kindred in view
No one to chat with
But there the tree was
Roots dug in deep
And there those roots
That tree would keep
The tree didn’t want to be there
Alone in that field
No kindred in view
No one to chat with
But there the tree was
Roots dug in deep
And there those roots
That tree would keep
Well done, sorry that I don’t participate recently, I hope that I will join in again soon
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You don’t have to be regular; you’ll be welcomed whenever. Neither is there a time limit, so you can go back over older prompts if you prefer
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Thank you dear Crispina
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🙂
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Standing tall, well, slightly bent, yet stoic 🙂
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Yes, bent by the wind
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I might have something 🙂
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Oh yay!
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😀
I am so far behind in everything.
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No one’s gonna give 100 lines to write “I must keep up, I must keep up.” It’s supposed to be a pleasure not a chore 🙂 🙂 🙂
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I sure as hell am not. I don’t want blogging to become an imposition. 🙂
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I do believe some people feel that way, though
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Oh, I know it!
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Ah, great poem. Looks like we were focussing on the same MC this week. 🙂
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Yes, indeed. Perhaps because see through the same viewfinder
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Looks like it. 🙂
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🙂
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