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Mining for Gold
Mining for gold, we climbed the mountain.
Mining for gold, we lived in caves.
Mining for gold, we went bullfighting.
Mining for gold, we danced with no clothes on.
Mining for gold, we took little white pills.
Mining for gold, we set the house on fire.
Mining for gold, we went to sea.
Mining for gold, we lived in circus tents.
Mining for gold, we looked at the stars.
Mining for gold, we searched our sock drawers.
Mining for gold, we tried to stay awake.
Mining for gold, we lived inside a box.
Mining for gold, we let ourselves go.
All month we went mining for gold
and when we came back
our hands were full of trinkets.
GloPoWriMo Day 8
Your repetition made me think of the old canard about how life is what happens while we are making other plans. Well done!
ReplyDeleteThank you. It is true. You never find what you are searching for, but you do find things.
DeleteLove the ebb and flow here--from "mining for gold, we set the house on fire" to sock drawers to trinkets...
ReplyDeleteThank you. The repetition made it challenging, it is hard to come up with something new every time.
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