IT ONLY TAKES ONE
Life isn’t easy, life can be cursed
Thousands of sperm and yours got there first.
- Author: Michael Edwards ( Offline)
- Published: November 25th, 2018 01:49
- Comment from author about the poem: Back to the serious tomorrow
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I had two that got there first.
Have you got a double personality ? Or have you got two children?
Two children, girl with two kids, one of each and a son with two kids, one of each. My 'little boy' is three inches taller than I, and I am 6'1".
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Oh lol, bit swoony again M.! Is anything NOT swoony for me?!
A vitamin pill?
Hold on to your faith Orchi - My wife is quite devout and I know what it means to her. For those who have it it is such a precious thing.
What's all this - can't believe I'm getting all serious.
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I'm too old M.! I walked out of a draughty church half-way through today. I'm a heretic! I made a sneaky exit during prayers - all hands together, eyes closed, so they didn't see me.
It was all oldies - that can't be helped though. Kiddies were in the church hall in their groups. But organ was half clapped out; various mutterings and mumblings; and I couldn't focus, not getting warm enough. Seems like 'The living dead'. Rant over!
That'll teach me to go to the wrong service. The one I wanted is this evening, but too far to go in the evening.
Well, as you know, I'm not a church goer but went out to the supermarket this morning (our routine is all over the place), and since I can't lift at the moment (still waiting for staples to be removed) I was as useful as a chocolate frog. Got home so exhausted I laid down on the bed and fell asleep for half an hour. Just had a super Sunday lunch and resting yet again. So looking forward to being up and active again but have written off rest of this year.
I don't want to chuck away my faith. it's just 'outward' things sometimes. But being in a chilly building anywhere, church or wherever, is not pleasant. Heck, the sermon droned on too. I couldn't get away until the prayers, or everyone would notice me sneaking out! I've heard good sermons/talks though.
Time did not go quickly, as I was not enjoying myself. Doh!
i didnt get that bronze medal for swimming for nothing u know!
Hope it wasn't back stroke - you never know where you'll end up!
Michael,
Love these entertaining shorties!
Those little “swimmers” are champions! They always find their way!
I love your painting! It reminds me of my town square where I’ve taken and still take many pleasant strolls when I’m there!
Hope you’re doing better!
All the best...
~Laura~
Yes they're little buggers aren't they - anent the painting it's Market Harborough - my nearest town. We love it and only an hour from central London. Mind you it's pushing house prices through the roof.
HI UNCLE MIKE : Genetics is an amazing Subject and I guess the X-sperm : De Mi Padre : was a good swimmer (which I am also !) to reach Mi Madres Ovum first. Healthy Sperm produce Healthy Babies ! Please note it takes a bit extra (XX rather than XY) to produce a FEMALE ~ AMEN ! Love the picture with the Village Cross and an Elegant Anglican Church. Will you be attending Church @ Christmas ?
Love ANGELA 🧡🧡🧡🧡
Hexagon made me look twice. I'm also good swimmer - used to do distance swimming but a bit past it now. No I'm a secular soul so won't be visiting church - Love M
ha ha clever!! Nice write Michael!
You can't beat a bit of wiggle room - lol
HI STEVE : I revamped my computer : I have restored NAME & LOGO : Love ANGELA 🧡 : Please check my Poem ~ SUNDAT
Hi Fred - I'm Michael lol 🙂
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