
Eartly Comforts Composting Prompt Ingredients – Once a Week Prompt – 10 Ways to Dispose of a Body in the Back Garden
Mary, Mary, quite contrary
How does your garden grow?
Ah, to shed a tear for fear
the silver bells, cockle shells,
and pretty maids disappeared.
souls from whence they came
play hide and seek, their spirit
once a being amid black roses
forever lost and never found.
crows on the wire, what they saw
the epic of silence
-Eugi
I can do without gouls… and ghosties.
I like how you ‘twisted’ the known rhyme.
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Thank you, Jules! I wanted to keep it light and whimsical.
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🙂
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Well done Eugi.
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Thank you, Sadje!
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You’re most welcome my friend
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Love this, Eugenia.Wonderful.💕
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Thank you, Grace!
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My pleasure 💕
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Very creepy. Wonderful.
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Thank you!
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Truly nicely done Eugenia, l’ll snag this for one of the Morning or Evening publishings if that’s okay? probably around Halloween time 🙂
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I’m glad you liked it, Rory! Sure, it’s okay!
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Wow. Impressive! I love this poem.
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Thank you, Benjamin!
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How delightfully ‘light and whimsical’! Well crafted!
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Thank you, Louise!
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Well done. 🙂
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Thank you, Ellen.
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So very well, liltingly, crafted
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Thank you very much, Derrick.
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Love the poem, Eugenia💗Pawkisses from Heaven and the youngsters try to send some Pawkissies too🙈🐾😽💞
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Thank you, and I love those adorable newbies! 😻
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Loved that, Eugenia… ❤
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Thank you, Sue!💕
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💖
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