I won't go awayStay here my shell
Call me some bad names
Roll off my back
Hit me with your stick
My hide is tough
I won't go away
doesn't hurt much
You don't love me like
You used to do
It bothers me much
But I won't leave
'Cause I love you still
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- Photo and Poem Copyright, Jimmiehov 2018, All Rights Reserved
- I'm linked with Kerry O'Connor in the Imaginary Garden at http://withrealtoads.blogspot.com/2018/09/camera-flash.html?m=1
- This is a Flash Writing Challenge, I have exactly 55 words related to Kerry's picture find.
Sometimes a shell comes in handy! Smiles.
ReplyDeleteHa, an unexpected take on the image. I enjoyed reading.
ReplyDeleteIndeed, one must develop a tough outer shell in life.
ReplyDeleteAw, this makes me sad.
ReplyDeleteOh, that took me by surprise. Yes, I hope it doesn't go away either. We all need our protective shells.
ReplyDelete-HA
Sometimes we need a shell... the inner of a mollusk is too tender
ReplyDeleteGot to toughen up our shells! Good one, Jim.
ReplyDeletenow this was rather unexpected, for the direction - which makes it fun for the delight in reading - even if we do sometimes need to toughen up, but then, beauty can be found in the oddest ways and shapes and forms.
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