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contemplating the future

Might as well be dry while you are doing it...glad you found the shelter.

posted by PoeticPoetry on November 5, 2015 at 7:22 PM | link to this | reply

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Thank You LLM. Just a touch of stiffness , I hope to get over it by gently working . 

posted by C_C_T on November 2, 2015 at 11:25 AM | link to this | reply

You write such brilliant poetry, my friend!  I hope you've been well?

posted by lovelyladymonk on November 2, 2015 at 9:57 AM | link to this | reply

Re:Bill

Sure thing Bill or snow boots to slide over them.

posted by C_C_T on November 1, 2015 at 10:41 AM | link to this | reply

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I guess so A. Sometimes it is all we have left.

posted by C_C_T on November 1, 2015 at 10:39 AM | link to this | reply

Re: Grabbers they're called here..:)

I am always looking for a pair when I see a dirty scrap of something Kat. I must explain this poem, I am afraid it refers too far back for normal folk. 

posted by C_C_T on November 1, 2015 at 10:38 AM | link to this | reply

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Yes it is a good way to approach a difficult situation FS.

posted by C_C_T on November 1, 2015 at 10:35 AM | link to this | reply

Re: Nautikos

Cheers Bro we won't tell Naut.

posted by C_C_T on November 1, 2015 at 10:33 AM | link to this | reply

Re: Kabu

I guess so ,good chap by the look of him.  The chap in this poem was picking up cigarette ends.

posted by C_C_T on November 1, 2015 at 10:31 AM | link to this | reply

Re: Taps

So sorry this is what the odd chaps used to do pick up cigarette ends butts or whatever you called them.

posted by C_C_T on November 1, 2015 at 10:28 AM | link to this | reply

You need writer's boots

to stamp out writer's block.

posted by BC-A on November 1, 2015 at 9:41 AM | link to this | reply

Contemplation is good for the soul

posted by Annicita on November 1, 2015 at 9:15 AM | link to this | reply

Grabbers they're called here..:)

I had one for things stored or placed too high up; I'm not a safe climber anymore but I never could manipulate them right or something, lol. Shoes are only needed when it's freezing, imh, barefoot-lovin' opinion. The poem is very reflective, inside and out; prompted thought and relatable feeling; very good work, C C T....

posted by Katray2 on November 1, 2015 at 8:06 AM | link to this | reply

It can be a tough position to be in...Contemplating can solve a lot.

posted by FormerStudentIntern on November 1, 2015 at 4:46 AM | link to this | reply

Chiff Chaff

Wiley was here!

posted by WileyJohn on October 31, 2015 at 7:21 PM | link to this | reply

ChiffChaff

Sorry, I wrote 'Nautikos' below, too tired is all Bro.

posted by WileyJohn on October 31, 2015 at 7:07 PM | link to this | reply

Nautikos

Great poetry old pard.

posted by WileyJohn on October 31, 2015 at 7:05 PM | link to this | reply

When my back is playing up....Grandma's Lumbago I suppose, I use one of those medical

long handled things with the tweezers on the end. I am good at sitting and picking up all sorts of stuff.

Re your comment at my Post...Grandson has almost all British blood in his veins and has been carefully brought up, s'pose he is quite British really in an Aussie way. He is very refined, not what one would call on Ocker Bloke from the back O' beyond.

posted by Kabu on October 31, 2015 at 3:34 PM | link to this | reply

Poor doggie.  That's the way it used to be around here for the doggie population.  Now, in most places of our city, the doggies cannot be out on their own, but drug along on a leash, or taken back inside with their people.

posted by TAPS. on October 31, 2015 at 2:25 PM | link to this | reply