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Post by Jacqueline D. on Jan 10, 2011 20:40:06 GMT -5
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Like Jacqueline, I am going to start a new project and try to write one thing a day. Here is my first attempt - with apologies to William Shakespeare.
Slave, I have given my life to this craft! And now I stand here and cry There be four lines in this stanza Five I have dreamt, yet all dull as sin!
A verse! A verse! My wits for a verse!
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Post by Jacqueline on Jan 10, 2011 20:44:03 GMT -5
LOLOL I love it. This is going to be an interesting year for sure.
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Post by Jacqueline D. on Jan 11, 2011 16:37:06 GMT -5
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7:00am He got up that cold Tuesday morning to eat breakfast. As the milk hit the bowl full of cereal, the phone rang. Irritated, he went to see who it was.
8:15am He went to the restroom. The phone rang. Irritated, he just let it ring.
12:30 He was pouring ketchup on his hot dog when the phone rang. He answered it, only to have the person hang up.
The neighbors found him that night with a flash light and shot gun, firing at every possible place that a hidden camera could be. The cops arrived and took him to jail. He lay on the cot and prepared to go to sleep.
The phone rang.
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Post by Jacqueline on Jan 11, 2011 20:52:37 GMT -5
ROFLOL!!!! That's hysterical.
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Post by Jacqueline D. on Jan 12, 2011 19:21:49 GMT -5
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Don't ever look a gift horse in the mouth - or any type of horse, actually. And definitely stay away from lions, tigers and bears.
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Post by Jacqueline on Jan 13, 2011 13:39:19 GMT -5
LOLOL You nut.
I'm stuck on my J today. I started out drawing what I thought was gonna be another zentangle but then it sort of morphed into a J hot rod. I'm not sure how to finish it or if I even need too. I'm kinda diggin it the way it is, but I shall ponder a bit longer on this.
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Post by Jacqueline D. on Jan 13, 2011 17:39:34 GMT -5
This is Allen's post!J Hot Rod? Nice!!!!! And I've done my writing for today.
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Post by Jacqueline on Jan 14, 2011 0:12:11 GMT -5
*Chuckles* You commited to at least one sentence a day. Good job.
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Post by Jacqueline D. on Jan 15, 2011 20:27:17 GMT -5
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I freakin' love rice with shrimp sauce.
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Post by Jacqueline on Jan 16, 2011 0:18:02 GMT -5
LOL What the hell is shrimp sauce?
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Post by Jacqueline D. on Jan 16, 2011 20:48:53 GMT -5
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It's sauce...that taste like shrimp
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Post by Jacqueline D. on Jan 18, 2011 18:21:28 GMT -5
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Concupiscible Is a pretty cool word. It means "worthy of being desired". There's a poem there, but I haven't drawn it out yet.
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Post by Jacqueline on Jan 19, 2011 0:34:24 GMT -5
Okay I'm totally using that as soon as I figure out how to pronounce it! LOL
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Post by Jacqueline D. on Jan 20, 2011 20:19:20 GMT -5
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The phone rang at 7:30am this morning. It rang again at 11:00am while I was in the shower. It rang yet again whilst I was getting dressed.
I went to Statesboro and went to the restroom while at an office. Closed the door, and then a voice came from overhead.
Annoyance can quickly turn to paranoia if one isn't careful.
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Post by Jacqueline on Jan 21, 2011 9:10:09 GMT -5
LOLOL You have been having serious phone issues of late.
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Post by Jacqueline D. on Jan 21, 2011 10:05:51 GMT -5
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Yes, I have *LOL*. But, it's actually been goin' on for years.
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Post by Jacqueline on Jan 21, 2011 20:10:10 GMT -5
This is scary information. LOL
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Post by Jacqueline D. on Jan 22, 2011 12:22:11 GMT -5
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Ever played hot potato with a picture of General Sherman? It's funny!
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Post by Jacqueline D. on Jan 23, 2011 19:43:15 GMT -5
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Irish eyes hypnotize with their sparkle as Northern smiles shatter reason and urge this Southern boy to treason; forcing his sharp honor to so crinkle when her laughter - soft rain - slowly sprinkles down on him - her sere, drought-ridden seisin who faces toil like a villein yet works so joyfully and so blissful.
For in his mind she is worthy of all he could ever give, poor wretch that he is. For her he rises; for her will he fall. Against all obstacles will he stand tall. In the end, when reason flies, Angel tis the place where he rests, her spirit his wall.
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Post by Jacqueline on Jan 25, 2011 12:50:22 GMT -5
That's a beautiful poem. Thank you for sharing it.
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