Category: Words with Intent
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Passing Through
you pass through like sunrise behind clouds you pass through in smoke on autumn air you pass through when wind ripples across sand elusive and ephemeral and whole worlds birth and die as you pass through © ceenoa
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Chocnanigans
Good people of the world, enjoy, that flashy foil and crinkly noise, a chocoholics favourite season, to indulge for no other reason, than that Easter Bunny left some eggs, (it doesn’t matter it makes no sense), so scoff that choccy goodness down, I’ll have the white, you have the brown. © ceenoa
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Discombobulated Flow
I’d been feeling discombobulated, by things within my house, and so I had to move them round, till I ran out of space. I put them there, and pushed them here, I lifted and I shifted, at a ferocious pace. It didn’t matter what I did, I couldn’t make them fit, it jangled and it…
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Thoughts on Blogging
I didn’t want you to be just a habit another tick on the list of the day and so I said “let’s have a break” thinking it would only be a short while a “holiday” from self-created duty but now I find that I am diminished by our seperation and yet reluctant to return I…
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View of a hole
I had a niggly little thought but it was full of holes and so I didn’t say it, but left it in my head and that’s as good as any place to store it I suppose. I had a little leaf and it was full of holes and yet they made it beautiful, an elegant…
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SOD #4
I know, I have been remiss (and missing in action) with my Thursday SODding, but hey, WordPress has reminded me how weird they are today: He wasn’t really sure that robots had a happy place, but he was certain that if they did it wouldn’t have been getting stuffed into a huge chunk of fish fillet…
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The Loo
WARNING: If you don’t like “toilet” humour (and I mean that literally) – move along now! This verse has been nagging me to write it for days since the “visit”- so I finally gave in and decided to traumatise you all as well. ************** there’s a poo in my loo! it had been well…
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15
I counted all the years of we then all the years of widow and my world had tilted the balance shifted and so I cried. © ceenoa
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‘Neath the Bed
I went a little mad today, and vacuumed ‘neath the bed, it’s not my normal housework style, to clean what can’t be seen, i’m more a fan of neat and tidy, and a quick superficial clean. but I’d bought a brand new vacuum, – so I had to try it out – it’s an upright,…
Ceenoa 
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