I wasn’t born with one
Not an ivory, silver nor gold
Not humble nickel-plated copper nor tin
Not a precious carving from antler nor bone
My spoonful was served from a wooden one
33 words written for Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt: Spoonful
I wasn’t born with one
Not an ivory, silver nor gold
Not humble nickel-plated copper nor tin
Not a precious carving from antler nor bone
My spoonful was served from a wooden one
33 words written for Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt: Spoonful
Oh, I like the journey through the materials and the associations. Beautiful.
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Thank you. I do like to play… 🙂
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Wonderful, whimsical, well done!!
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Thank you, Frank
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Nicely done, Crispina. There is nothing wrong with being raised by a wooden spoon. Means nothing was handed to you!
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That sure is true!
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I think so 🙂
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🙂
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