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Cowardly
At school they’d called him
And fearful
Gutless
Chicken
Yellow
But he wasn’t gutless, weak-kneed nor yet yellow
Indeed, some days he was quite mellow
He admitted that he’d never been courageous
His behaviour had never been outrageous
But no coward him
It wasn’t fair
Just because his name was Tim
Tim Errous
54 words written for Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt: Timorous
crispina kemp 
Oh so lovely story
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Thank you, Sadje. I arranged and rearranged those lines so many times. But in the end you have to go for it 🙂
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Awesome
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It was worth the effort
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It really reads very well
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Thank you. I can be a perfectionist, but over the years I’ve learned to let go a bit
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Time does teaches us to relax a bit
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It’s a lesson I’ve needed
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👍🏼👍🏼👍🏼
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🙂
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Well done! His parents could have used their heads. 🙂
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I’ve not come across this one but I did once encounter a Crystal Payne
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I read a blog one time about baby nes and readers were sharing some interesting ones they’d seen. Like Oranjello and Lemonjello, Kleenex, Breathe, Virgin, Mainline. All sorts! My sympathies to some poor kids.
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My middle daughter & hiking partner has an unusual but not entirely rare name. She complains!
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ROFL — Good One! 🙂
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Thank you. I struggled with how to smell his name so it would sound like timorous 🙂
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typo: spell, not smell
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What a great turn at the end! Thank you so much for sharing this poem. Really great!
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Always my pleasure, so pleased you liked
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