March Prompts 6501-6525

Thursday, March 17th, 06:30

6501 I hate seagulls. Rats with wings.

6502 This is one hell of a fire, a mother and a father of a fire

6503 Finally, I have only this to say

6504 A trench around, here a hill fort among our houses

6505 It isn’t their fault but I would still kill every one

6506 Salt, Pepper various ‘erbs.

6507 Wood sawn, wood smoothed, wood oiled

6508 Many Tories, one fire

6509 We shifted so much on an old pram

6510 So many things we take for granted; like breathing

6511 Going home to Wagon Train and Bonanza

6512 My father was there, he said, when Etna erupted

6513 I remember a bonfire; I was nine

6514 Men in clacking boots; real men, different then

6515 The ambulance parks under the trees

6516 The dull ache of my balls

6517 We ask only that you are honest

6518 Joseph Healey

6519 The burned the children, the drowned, the fevered.

6520 I need to eat

6521 I will never be warm in Centigrade

6522 The Healey child, barefoot in the rain

6523 Boiling potatoes for the dogs

6524 and my mother out

6525 A fair few came but most left early