I see you scratching your head, wondering what I am.
I’m a fricking rock-star, that’s what I am.
Or was.
How’d I get like this?
Well might you ask.
I made a deal with the devil.
Sing me a song of sympathy
And I’ll make you immortal.
Huh! Look at me, slowly rotting, food for fungi.
My word to you: NEVER TRUST THE DEVIL
crispina kemp 
Haha! This is too good.
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Thank you, Sadje. It was a must
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What a great response to this wonderful photo!
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Thanks Dale. It was the only way my mind would go
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I am surely not complaining!
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🙂 🙂 🙂
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🙂
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Good one, we’re on the same wavelength as you can see at https://bobfairfield.org/2022/01/20/crimsons-creative-challenge-167-oui-je-suits-un-rock-star/
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You set me a riddle. But I’m old enough to unriddle it 🙂
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I think I’ve seen moss like that on a rolling stone.
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Nice one! Excellent.
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