Potholes

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The winter took its toll on our streets
As garbage trucks rolled by each week

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Our potholes have grown so deep
Each time I hit one I shriek
The DOT did a fix without the right mix
Now the gravel back out slowly creeps

Today is Quadrille Monday at d’Verse. De Jackson asked us to use any form of the word Fix! Today I have been fussing with the DOT (Department of Transportation) about the poor job they did fixing the potholes in our street. They had to come back within thirty days and refill them. They just throw in a little gravel with some thin tar and hope it stays. But it doesn’t! Very frustrating!!

Photo taken today: Dwight L. Roth

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Bag Lady Facelift

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The bag lady’s having a facial

Without warm mud or hot oil

It’s with hammer and nails

Hitting her finger she wails

But don’t worry, it all superficial

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Photo: Dwight L. Roth

A silly little limerick humor for your day!

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Unraveling

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Linda at d’Verse gave us six painting by Jacquline Hurlbeck to choose from for our poetic prompt today.  I was drawn to this painting of the bluebird’s journey. We could write a poem of our choosing, so I chose to write a limerick.

Unraveling

There was a girl with blue hair
Who appeared to have nary a care
Till a loose thread was found
By a bluebird flying round
And soon she was left thread bare

 

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