My grandson is poetry in motion.
He flies through the air with
the notion of Attaining Great Height,
getting physics just right, as he
launches himself into space. Pure delight!
Josephina Ballerina
The dancing ways of a tortoiseshell cat named Josephine. (And her little brat sister, Becca.)
Josephina Ballerina 
YIKE! Glad he is not at my house. Great poem. Bro
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Thanks, dear!
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Wonderful! Perfect poem with sweet picture! Thanks for making me smile today!
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You are more than welcome, Ellen!
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Hello Maureen. I used to love six word Friday and did my own for a year, where are you getting the prompts?
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Hi Miriam! On IG I follow Cheryl @the_intrepid_goddess on IG. She and I had a conversation the other day. Long story short, she picked the word Pure and I said I would blog about it. I really miss doing Six Word Fridays. I may host it myself if I can figure out how to do so.
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Look at that height!
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He flies through the air with the greatest of ease!
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Great poem, Maureen. Love the first line especially.
Lily
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Hi Lily! Thank you for liking my poem!
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Hey that is cool! And your poetry is the best.
Here’s my new poem: “There was a guy named Trump, whatever he touched became broken, he went to bed and bumped his head, and the whole world cheered his moan in.”
Oh well! Bro
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I didn’t know you were still blogging! I love the poem! And all of the photos!
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