I’m more or less gone. I might get a chance to check email again…or I might not. I’m a bit in slow motion because of the cold meds. But I’ll be back Sunday. In the meantime, I’ll leave y’all with a limerick:
There once was a werebird guy
Who touched people, making them die
But one chick didn’t croak
And made him stiff as an oak
Read the book if you want to know why
:lmao:
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Oh deary, deary me.
Mikhail was a bona fide raven
Who broke into Bridget’s safe haven
Soon he could tell
By touch, taste and smell…
Was she trimmed, or totally shaven?
:noevil:
Yes, I know, no relevance to the story at all… but come ON, I had a chance to use shaven in a limerick!!! :devil: Let’s try again.
The raven collective was cursed
And Khail wanted them to disperse
They were called an unkindness
But Bridget done find this
One kind, a true lover – her first
You know, I think pairing, “unkindness” with “done find this” is quite possibly my finest hour….
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bravo, bravo Anna.:nod:
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Why thank you…. :diva:
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:lmao:
I love it!
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