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Tracy Fabre
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July 13, 2008 Genre Shorties Prompt -- Week 115
July 03, 2012 08:56 PM UTC
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Okay! Let's do July 4th... but let's be independent about it. You MUST use the words: stars ...but DO NOT in any way write about the holiday. Can y'dig it? Shore ya can!
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Nay. I dig only where others have not dug, hence.
For one to dig, where others have dug, brings forth only what has been dug.
If there be digging to be dug, let us not strangle the place of digging.
Verily. I say that there is no greater deed than to dig on all fronts and in all conditions!
What are we if we only dig where others have dug?
Are we to be rewarded with new treasures, when we have yet to dig beyond our ken?
I say this to you.
Digging is not the length, width and depth of a soul, but instead where one digs is one's definition.
So find the handle hard and make your spade sharp, for the ground upon which our future diggings depend is hard and yet to be turned.
Is it any more fitting to be called a Digger than an excavator?
A hole does not know nor care who dug it, only that it is open and ready to receive
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Those that have not dug are as evident as a spade that has not been used or earth that has been cut. Look to the hands and find the fitting of the handle and the pushing of the wood. Our time on this earth is full of digging and the evidence is in what remains.
Are there holes in the firmament?
Is their skin rough and hard like the handle?
Seek out those that have not dug and show them the hole, in their lives.
Digging brings a heat upon the soul and brow that is cleansing and good.
Digging brings not heat from the ground, but instead from the vitality of one's soul as it urges the spade upon the earth to dig.
Yipes! Hypes. Types. Pipes. Stripes. Wipes.
Nag, nag, nag! Bag. Tag. Gag. Jag. Lag. Rag. Stag. Wag. Zigzag.
(OK, don't put country at the end of a rhyming line.)
Adolescence. Luminescence. Interference. Jurisprudence.
However, it's worth noting that I was only being glib with my response. ;-)
I live under 7 miles from Windsor. I had lots of cool experiences in Ontario. CKLW once the greatest Rock/Pop station on the planet. The bird the word and Wayne and Shuster on the telly.
No one's *that* diabolical. ;-)
Our fathers poured Surf® upon this great nation...
Near Independence, you see
The road winding and tree lined
Out in the country, was Tracy
The flag that she waived
To get me to stop
Was torn from her blouse
That had stripes crossed the top
I thought she was kidding
When she said she’d escaped from behind bars
But I woke up on the roadside, my head spinning with stars
Happy 4th
forgive me here on bended knee-
I'd not meant to scare
with my thwap to your hair...
but I needed your bike for to flee!"
What a colorful post!!
Here's my perty post: Independencefrommyclothes
Just in case I'm away again 'Happy Independence Day for 2013' !!
You're excused on the grounds of travelinginging. But just this once. ;-)
And thank you for your leniency, Ms. Tracy!!