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Thursday, August 13, 2020

Thoroughly Poetic Thursday #33

Today we join Two  SPOILED CATS 
Angel Sammy and Teddy for their poetic pictorial poem.


Here is today's inspiration
this poem might be written from experience
just sayin'





18 comments:

  1. we hope SHE had no serious wounds and the scars are gone during da years... we know a SHE too who talks more will not listen...maybe all she's are da same?

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  2. Hari OM
    LOL - oh dear; those childhood lessons often do have a nostalgia to them, don't they?! YAM xx

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  3. Love the poem, and how does one learn other than by mistakes!

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  4. Oh my. Did you get some milk in the end? Sorry, did she get any milk in the end?

    Klem

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  5. We hope that She wasn't hurt too badly. Love your poem and the pic.

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  6. What a great poem and certainly a strong memory of the milk bottle incident.

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  7. That was a cute poem! The Dad's uncle was a milkman and his Dad was the breadman!

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  8. UHOH.......a cute poem with a painful lesson! HAHA Love the story - and I bet you were thrilled to be given the huge responsibility of carrying those milk bottles until you fell anyway! :) Thanks for playing poetry with us!

    Hugs, Pam

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  9. Aw no, blood is never a good thing.

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  10. Bob is always talking about the fact that when he was growing up they always had a Milkman and all the stories he tells about the one that was pulled by a horse and then when he changed over to a little truck and all this kind of stuff. We did not have milk men in the south

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  11. Ouch. I've had those spills. I love the poem. Always well done.

    Have a fabulous Thankful Thursday. Big hug. ♥

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  12. Some things just stick with us for years1!!! Bet that little girl learned the meaning of walk, don't run:)

    Woos, Lightning, Misty, and Timber

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  13. What a wonderful poem/memory!!! I remember learning more than a few of those types of lessons LOL

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  14. Yep, I remember the milkman leaving milk and other things at the door!

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  15. Nice poem, your poor daughter. XO

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  16. OMD, sounds like you and Ma might be twinsies! BOL! I sure hopes you don't have as many scars as she does......☺
    Kisses,
    Ruby ♥

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