I went to the crossroads and managed somehow
to calm them down gently, they’re all right now.
It’s raining down with colicky power
I hate getting caught in a baby shower.
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My first grin of the day Michael, thank you.
How were your eyes after creating that image?
Andy
It's the concentration that's the worst bit of doing these. One line out of place and you've blown it.
She went to the therapist to discuss her recurring nightmare until.... she realised the letter spacing upon his door was incorrect.... all she could see was the rapist.
Later she had her doubts about allowing a practicing surgeon access to her appendix. Had practice yet made perfect?
Distracted and running late one sunday morning the very reverend Hardy was caught in bed and recited the sermon on the mount.
Yes, I love our language both written and spoken.
wow Dusk, glad I took a third/fourth look, at first glance that first paragraph is looking mighty bleak lol,
somehow your comment matches Michael's picture so well, brilliantly witty
Brill. thanks da.
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Lol - Good writes and pic M.
thanks for teaching me a new word Michael (colicky),
I found this a revealing and brave write but those first two lines are reassuring, I truly hope all, 'will be all right', soon
Nothing worse than a colicky baby - tis a great word. Yes all's well - J had the best outcome now for the follow-ups. Thanks for your concern.
Whooooo - Michael that artwork is more than superb - love your wit in unsameness too......... thanks for sharing them.
My pleasure - thanks for looking in.
Hi Michael,
A witty write.
Great.
Keep writing ✍ and safe during these challenging times.
FineB
these unsame's are summat else .. as is the art work ... how do you do that .. the art that is ?
Looks like one of my patchwork loom set thingies! Usually turned out as mitt , Awesome
The funnies was cute, lol at DA ‘s therapist !
Luckily colicky never hit my kids
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