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Day: March 14, 2021
5 Home Items You Should Get Rid Of Today
Take some time to toss home items that are no longer serving you. Tackle these categories of clutter and allow your space to shine.
An Unhappy Marriage Is Like A Wooden Leg
I read a lot of Thomas Hardy’s novel when I was a teenager and while I did take them seriously, I also enjoyed playing Guess The Death. You’ll pick it up pretty quickly if you ever read any Hardy – a main character nearly always dies towards the end of a novel and you can usually work out pretty early on who it’s going to be. No spoilers but it’s pretty easy once it’s been pointed out to you.
And fun, I’d say, but maybe that’s just me.
You can usually tell when it’s going to happen too as there’s often some usual weather preceding the death, a particularly wet summer for example, or a very harsh winter.
But Hardy writes good books anyway and playing Guess The Death shouldn’t distract you from that. I reread Jude the Obscure recently and, while it’s not a very happy book, it is…
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One-Liner Wednesday – Art
Ella’s Books | Ella Craig
Sunday Girl – She can run, but she can’t hide. Not not from love, not from life. And definitely not from herself. What do you do when a broken hymen leads to a broken heart? Do you stay…
Source: Ella’s Books | Ella Craig
One-Liner Wednesday – Gulp
you’re beautiful
Stay
The big things or little
(can’t say that it mattered)
they all left me scared
all left me unflattered
even the notion
of happiness faded
for fear it’d not last
so it was evaded
I’d run and I’d run
the fear kept me away
but then I met you
. . .
Now
I’m longing to stay
The Last Love Poem Ever Written
Shadows cast by the past,
bonfire of bridges
burning as effigies,
are shadows
underfoot no more,
no looking back.
Here’s to
Goodbye, farewell . . .
hello Hello!
The Very Short Love Poem
her hair is locked in painted fury
but peace dwells in her eyes
her skin bares but the wildest thorns
though in them succour lies
The Reluctant Poet 