Groundhog Day
Shadows
so, what’s the deal,
with Punxsutawney Phil?
did he see his shadow,
how the hell would I know?
I got drunk and rolled down the hill.
A little late for Groundhog Day but seeing the snow this morning, I couldn’t resist. Thanks for reading, hope me and Phil generated a 😀 this morning
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Moe Radosevich
I am always touched when something I write touches another so if any of you my fellow creators have been touched thank you
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Reaching Out
I promise her. I'd do anything for her. She's my mom. Even as Lanie and Deanna are flying home, Mom is scrappy fighting dying. She lays too still in that too-big bed with all the toasty white hospital blankets, in the south tower, at the broad end of a long slow-turning corner that delivers me again to her private room with the view she can't see through, with the beeping that tells us nothing new, and all these ice chips she can't swallow, and a flood of well-intentioned nurses who cannot do a damned thing all the same.
By Christy Munson3 days ago in Fiction
Comments (9)
Lol, 😂😆🤣🥳
your playful poem about Punxsutawney Phil and Groundhog Day did bring a smile to my virtual face. Your use of humor and lighthearted tone made it an enjoyable read. Keep up the creativity!👌👍👍
Haha
lol. Good one.
Looks like Phil had a rough night. Maybe that's why our weather sucks. Nice one.
Fantastic!!! Love this!!!💖💖💕
Damn that groundhog, lol! Thanks for the laugh this morning as I watch wind and snow flurries :)
Haha🤣. What the heck, Phil? I didn’t order this snow!
Hehe! Good one :) I always forget about Groundhog Day!