Friday, July 01, 2011

July Blast Prompts 01

We drifted, waiting for help to arrive

A kind of rude health

On day, things will be different

There are places where the sea forgives and mountains move

and things will begin and have an end

First you have to catch the snake

The bodies of the young are larger

My father was wheelchair-bound, and looking back, he was always wheelchair bound

I suspect, but do not know, that I am lying


It is euphemistically called, "A Girl's Weekend."

I suspect I will miss things, dead

A lot of time in kitchens

Suddenly, sun. Eventually, rain.


It is a quite ordinary funeral. I could just say "funeral"

I am working my way through trees


Love, or an approximation

And then they tell me the average, £29,672.

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