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I myself have wondered at times where the words have gone.
posted by
FormerStudentIntern
on September 19, 2010 at 6:16 PM
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LOL, wonder why he kept putting his head in the sacks? Hmmm...well, days of go my kiddos would get out of school classes, come potato harvest time. Is when I lived in Maine. I remember the coolness of the morn and wondered how they would feel once the sun would come out and glare over those miles and acres of fields dappled with such 'gold'. They didn't find the poetry in it all --- they complained but I reminded them that they were out of classes for this...is when they would get ready for yet another day of harvest. I think it was the 'gleaners' more that I remembered...such a lovely vision. EE
posted by
elysianfields
on September 19, 2010 at 8:41 AM
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Well I did go potato picking once E.E. Wore out a pair of shoes only made of cardboard in those days. Earned sixpence an hour and got the sack after two days my co-worker went mental and kept putting his head in the sacks.
posted by
C_C_T
on September 19, 2010 at 12:35 AM
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Well a little bit of love is better than nothing Taps. Thank you.
posted by
C_C_T
on September 19, 2010 at 12:31 AM
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Yes Rumor and in my case usually disguised mainly changing vowel places , well
consonants as well. It's not all bowls of cherries Hope you feel better.
posted by
C_C_T
on September 19, 2010 at 12:30 AM
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Thank you csherloc well in a way it would be nice to use words like when I was a small boy my Grampy took me into the town toilet. My mother asked where we had been when I got back and I said I went with Grampy to have a piddle. She replied you must not say rude words like that.
posted by
C_C_T
on September 19, 2010 at 12:26 AM
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Re: these words are marching right along, like nice little soldiers to the call
Thank you YEs Tzippy I remember the fatal day I took the parade in front of the Colonel in the wrong direction.
posted by
C_C_T
on September 19, 2010 at 12:21 AM
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these words are marching right along, like nice little soldiers to the call
but you put them in an order of words that look like artform. and yet they are politically correct.
posted by
Tzippy
on September 18, 2010 at 9:55 PM
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Hi Corncake, is your question, how can you tell your real story, if you have to be totally nice?
posted by
csherloc
on September 18, 2010 at 4:45 PM
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C.C......
want to be curled and prance and dance and even so much as set fire to the paper one is writing on...oh, they say they want to make the page glow, but words just love to play with words....and where indeed
are they when you
need them??...off playing 'hide n seek', or something even naughtier, no doubt..
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posted by
Rumor
on September 18, 2010 at 1:26 PM
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The whole thing is great fun, but I love that 5
th paragraph.
posted by
TAPS.
on September 18, 2010 at 10:14 AM
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You, CC, have a 'way' with word. Your metaphors, analogies - your descriptive qualities are to be desired. and it's keen how you 'play' with words - with meanings and well, collectively re-write intentions. Gleaning is what potato farmers look forward to from harvest...it helps with the sowing, re-seeding of their plots - this was a great review and write - awesome in fact - Okay, inspiring... So now, I must 'curl' up with a book? I think not...instead look for things to gather --- for the harvest is near. Off for more inspiration - EE
posted by
elysianfields
on September 18, 2010 at 9:28 AM
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