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Words

Words can hurt and taste like dirt, but I'm a worm in a polka dot shirt. Words can be muddy, dirty to feel, but I swim right by like an electric eel. Words can be ugly and hard as stone, but I end them like an unwanted call on my phone. Words can pierce like daggers and blades, but I bury them in my garden with rakes and spades. Words can be pretty when given the sun, and I mold them like playdough because it's fun. Words can be whatever the letter sounds say and the words I love the most are ones that play.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2018




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Date: 7/9/2018 8:18:00 AM
This one brings a smile. Hugs Rick.
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Date: 7/3/2018 3:22:00 PM
- So true, Casarah ... great written :) - hugs // Anne-Lise :)
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Date: 7/3/2018 12:42:00 AM
Cas, your "words" is powerful!!
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Date: 7/2/2018 5:33:00 PM
got to agree with Ilene I love that line too, a fun write Cas:-) hugs jan xx
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Date: 7/2/2018 3:51:00 PM
nice one, casarah! love the "worm in the polka dot shirt" line...
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