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Re: Travails with a toothpick

Wed, Dec 14 2016 1:15 PM (25 replies)
  • LizzieRossetti
    1,545 Posts
    Sat, Nov 10 2012 9:45 AM

    Frackling. Awesome word. Ty GS

     

    Lizzie xx

  • andyson
    6,415 Posts
    Sat, Nov 10 2012 9:58 AM

    LizzieRossetti:
    Ty GS

    mind the caps ya know?  just sayin'....

  • LizzieRossetti
    1,545 Posts
    Sat, Nov 10 2012 10:24 AM

    oki i understand except that if you check with care the original title of this fred i am sure you will like everyone else see that encapsulated within the title was the express intonation intimated inately that as the orfur i am quickly allowed any excess to which in my own heart i desire notwithstanding excerpts and punctualisation where gathered freely and without redress upon which daddy insists as you would expect point taken and youre not getting it back. its mine.

     

    Lizzie xx

  • Jimbo555
    158 Posts
    Sun, Nov 11 2012 3:03 PM

    so there!

  • LizzieRossetti
    1,545 Posts
    Sat, Nov 24 2012 4:03 AM

    Dear Mr and Mrs X

    I write today and hope you know me

    For I am with your son

    Like all the others, it began the same

    And everyone was up

    We prepared our things, our kit

    And set out about our work

     

    It was hot already and dust smacked at our lips

    Thrown up in clouds that hovered still

    While our way was picked

    A static sound and tinny voice

    Told of what should lie ahead

    And I was with your son

     

    With me behind and he afront

    A snake behind us crept

    Our feet were sharing perfect spots

    And no one was the less alert

    As we let fronds of subtle grass

    Tickle padded knees in the morning glare

     

    I was with your son you see

    With him at the time

    I would like to tell you, because he was my friend

    And other things you read or see

    May not be quite the same

    And I held his hand

     

    I heard his whisper, though it was hoarse

    Tell my folks I love them,

    Tell them I'll see them soon

    He said

    But by now you know he wont

    Though pained this is to know

     

    I was with your son and so

    Would like to tell it plain

    He died that day for something true

    And he did not die alone

    He did not linger nor tarry much

    On his way to you

    I gave him what I could, and a little more besides

    And wish to let you know, with you upon his mind

     

    While chaos stormed and beat at us

    While every thing seemed doomed

    That man, your son, stood up straight

    And put some things to rights

    So we could venture on and back

     

    We tried at first, and later still

    As hard as we knew we could

    And carried him between the walls

    and across the barren waste

    All the time I sang, though I hurt inside

    His favourite song it was, across that dry divide

     

    I hope you know your son

    For I was with him then

    Went the way of danger

    So others need not try

    And went upright and honest

    With friends at either side

     

    I hope too that comfort can be found

    In times when nothing clicks

    Your son he was a brother too

    To all of us out here

    I write this now and seal it with my tears

    For I was with your son

     

     

    Lizzie xx

     

  • martinmay50
    92 Posts
    Wed, Dec 14 2016 1:15 PM

    the great Lizzie Rosetti

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