A place to post my writings when poetry and hums catch me.
Thursday, February 26, 2009
Guts
It died a slow and natural death caused by old age, dust bunnies and the general abuse doled out by four kids and two parents. We had no choice but to spill its guts.
"Because Poetry and Hums aren't things which you get, they're things that get you. And all you can do is go where they can find you." Pooh Bear from The House at Pooh Corner by A.A. Milne
5 comments:
May it R.I.P.
At first I thought this was a Lego set!
Oh my boys would love taking that apart. Glad it had a long life : )
Oh...I hope you give it a proper burial.
Thanks for stopping by my blog and leaving such sweet comments. I hope to see you back there soon:-)
[smile]
~Luke
That would be a great Poem prompt
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