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Not Her Baggage, Anymore

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Not Her Baggage, Anymore


He thought he could maneuver it all inside my tidy little apartment.  
I should have read the signage when he whipped out his laundry 
from a hard case luggage that held a dirty peace sign, "Woodstock."
He belched and asked, "Where do you keep the toothpicks babe?" 

A couple of months later I had a hamper full of shirts and an unpleasant
odor that wedded my carpet and my Kia.   
After paying good dollars to a shrink named Dr. Zunaleski, I drove my 
butt over to where he worked and returned his luggage. 
"Where is my mohair?" he queried as he rummaged.   "I cut it 
into tiny pieces and stuffed my lion with it. "  "So that's how it's gonna be?"
I quoted my all time favorite Babe Ruth, " Never let the fear of striking
out keep you from coming up to bat" Then I walked out the door got into   
my car and shot south. " Baby you can drive my car" the Beatles crooned
to an asphyxiated psyche. When I got to the sea side I killed the engine
and watched  the sun go down without a fight.

The End. 

Feb. 1, 2017

Copyright © | Year Posted 2017

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Date: 2/21/2017 10:42:00 AM
congrats on this. I like your take on this
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Date: 2/20/2017 6:35:00 PM
Congrats on your win with this creative take on the prompt.
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Date: 2/20/2017 6:24:00 PM
I love it! Congratulations on your well deserved high placement with great story!
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Date: 2/20/2017 4:37:00 PM
Congrats on your win, Mystic, now you can add some nice jewelry to your baggage.
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Date: 2/20/2017 3:54:00 PM
The vivid imagery made me smile Vienna many congrats on your win:-) hugs Jan xx
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Date: 2/20/2017 3:48:00 PM
I LOVED this one, Mystic! it was just the perfect way to write about a guy like this and I found it both humorous and eloquent at the same time. BIG congrats to you.
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Date: 2/20/2017 3:41:00 PM
Dear Vie, Your poem gave us a great laugh. Congratulations on placing third in the contest. Please send me a soup mail and let me know what type of jewelry prize you prefer - necklace, pendant, bracelet, etc. Also let me know the color you prefer. Thanks for supporting the contest!
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Date: 2/2/2017 11:05:00 PM
Watching the sun go down can be very soothing. Lovely poem.
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Date: 2/2/2017 2:48:00 AM
Sometimes it does get too much as it surely did for the lady in your lovely story, Vie:)
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