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Pan When Younger

when a kid no not a goat start again when a child before playing with tinker toys logs and bricks i had blocks to free the mind for each block had a letter on all six sides not being dyslexic i'd throw two blocks at a time like shooting craps blubbering nothing that sounded anything like lucky seven being only two years old building by putting the letters in line 0uXNpc seemed to be such a wonderful word

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Maureen Mcgreavy

Date: 4/30/2019 7:07:00 AM

Ah! I like this :) and Jeff, don't let being blocked drive you crazy, easier said than done I know. Hard not to take it to heart. Keep being you. xomo

Jeff Connelly
Date: 4/30/2019 10:30:00 AM

No kidding? I never thought of wigs having names. There's a poem to be had. In this Maureen. But then isn't everything a poem if you think poetically. I'm going to give this a go, and though you aren't the Muse I always write of, you will be the Muse for this one. A title just flashed through my head: "wigging out" jajaja. Be back in a minute...

Maureen Mcgreavy
Date: 4/30/2019 8:46:00 AM

...actually, I kinda like the names the wigs come with, the hippy, Olive, if I was a boy I would have been an Oliver. The Madonna wig is Mary. Well. Speaks for itself ;)

Maureen Mcgreavy
Date: 4/30/2019 8:36:00 AM

You have mentioned Capt'n Kharma before ;) What colour is your cape? I'm working on my alter... hair line just about done. Last day with the Yorkie, when she pays, blonde ambition on order. Moira and Mavis.

Jeff Connelly
Date: 4/30/2019 8:21:00 AM

Thanks for your comment and your advice. I used to have an alter ego at university Capt'n Kharma; maybe I'll escape and put back on his cape jajaja.