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A sprained wrist, braced, supported, over-exerted
A twisted ankle, wrapped and splinted, torn with a slip and a rick
A calf inflamed, iced to cool it, rested, warmed to relax it, don’t jump that wall again
But despite the relief at that final parting
Despite the ease of freedom, still hurting
Squeezed and ripped, a broken heart, no bandage for that
61 words written for Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt: Bandage
crispina kemp 
I hope it’s all fiction?
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On this occasion, a poem born of fiction, yes 🙂🙂🙂
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That’s good to know.
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🙂🙂🙂
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I love how you’ve compared the two, it worked really well
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Thank you 🙂🙂🙂
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Beautifully penned!
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Thank you very much 🙂🙂🙂
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Tore a muscle in my calf one day and had to sit it out — a month off my feet. So time is the only bandage for injuries, especially that last one.
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Everything heals with time…they say 🙂🙂🙂
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🙂
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That is sadly true… wonderfully done, Crispina.
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Thank you, Dale. I enjoyed the penning 🙂
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🙂 🙂
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😊
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Whaaaat?!? No bandage for a broken heart?
Fine work. Thanks.
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Thank you 🙂🙂🙂
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But they all got better to some degree. Nicely done, Crispina.
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Thank you, Bill 🙂🙂🙂
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Time is a great healer, bandaged wounds or not.
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One could say it’s the only healer, all others are merely aids to speed and/or support the process 🙂🙂🙂
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Beautifully written, short, cropped words and phrases. Thank you.
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I’m getting quite good at this, methinks! 🙂🙂🙂
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