Battered and worn out
Touched by both good and bad times
Character times two
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It’s Haiku Friday played here in Alaska while Lou and his Love Muffin are off having some beach fun. This is a tribute to HubbyMoose and his beloved (battered) hat. He is my West Virginia born, Ohio raised, Alaska lovin’ cowboy.
Married 62 years now, Mabel and me. We was just younguns when we got hitched. I laid eyes on her and knew, she and me, we’d live it out together. God, I love that woman.
Henry? He was a fine specimen of a man when I met him. From the first I knew he would love me and care for me until one of us was laid underground.
They held hands.
Grandpa and Grandma Hills are sure getting old, Mama. Look at them just swinging away on the porch. I want to love just like them when I get old.
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LeeRoy and friends have chosen Swing Life Away from Rise Against as this week’s 100 Word Song challenge. I’m sure the songster had something else in mind, but this is what came out of mine.
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Go and try you hand at it.
I missed my flight. Bound to happen. Of course, I’m blaming him. Sent him back three times; cell phone, watch, oxygen. Who forgets oxygen when traveling to Mars?
Sigh. I’ll be there soon.
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for Trifecta’s challenge: flight using the third definition:
3a : a trip made by or in an airplane or spacecraft
b : a scheduled airplane trip
Purple Moose waved his rack
Over the barking dog’s back
His antlers filled the sky
Causing the dog to shy
Showing all
That he, whose rack is biggest
Will tonight sleep the best
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Trifecta’s weekend challenge: tell us an original fable in exactly 33 words. I checked with the all knowing Wikipedia making sure I knew the parameters of a fable, then came up with the above pithy poem. Enjoy.
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And, thus my Friday Haiku was born Thursday evening.
I do not know if the driver (guy in orange) was talking on the phone he is seen talking into in this picture. I wouldn’t doubt it.
Sigh.