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This Onion

An onion had it's day in court. It sliced and diced a false report. Now when this onion starts to speak, it's oozing mold begins to leak. This onion's spoiled, so bruised and brown. No other onion wants him around..

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Alla Antsis

Date: 4/16/2023 9:17:00 AM

Brilliant, Nancy

Nancy Kaufman
Date: 4/23/2023 1:54:00 PM

Hi Alla, how very kind of you. Again, welcome to the site and hope you keep posting. I have enjoyed reading your work.

Daniel Turner

Date: 4/13/2023 5:28:00 PM

I hate it when that happens:) You have a great imagination, Nancy. Always a good read:)

Nancy Kaufman
Date: 4/14/2023 7:34:00 AM

you are most kind Daniel. I would love to pull the layers off that man and see what truly lies at the core..

Kim Rodrigues

Date: 4/13/2023 3:14:00 PM

Sliced, diced, oozing mold, spoiled, bruised, brown…very descriptive

Nancy Kaufman
Date: 4/14/2023 7:36:00 AM

Hi Kim, I was throwing away an onion yesterday pm and thought, hhm what can I do with it? Thanks for commenting and have a Blessed day.