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Wednesday, December 15, 2010

Magpie Tales 45



Blessed Mother, May I?


Called in the midst
of copious play

to draw stick pictures
in the clay.

To share among the masses
a jar of strained peas,
another of carrots.

Then turn the Happy Meals
on their sides - choking sized toys
be scattered.

So much
for a child prodigy
to do.



2010© Michael A. Wells

13 comments:

  1. Bravo! Love the ending.

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  2. Brilliant take on the photo!!!

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  3. nice Magpie. Merry Christmas

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  4. to draw stick pictures
    in the clay

    And we still look the same...

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  5. The poem is so very creative! But I especially love the respectful request as the title!

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  6. Very enjoyable post...

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  7. vivid imaginations...
    beautiful ending..
    great magpie.

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  8. Stellar piece, Michael. I love the childhood game the title suggests, as well. Brilliant.

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  9. Great closing lines!

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  10. Great write...love your take...bkm

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  11. interesting take on the photo
    enjoyed the reading of it
    Merry Christmas

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  12. The joy of play interrupted by the demands of adults: bursting bubbles. I certainly don't envy the kid. The worst part of childhood is all the growing up to be done.

    Thank you for a a very interesting read.

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