On my way past the branch of my local PD
I discovered the dearth of soft zibelline
I ardently posed as if ambidextrous
In front of the window and I thought I looked fine
I did not believe in covering my tracks
Since I knew I had done nothing wrong.
Like a bird on a branch in a sea full of kelp
I just stood there singing my song
About recovering wool or whatever the kind
Of fabric that I liked to use
When suddenly out of the door a man shot
Who was drunk and still singing the blues
I offered him help so that he wouldn’t fall
On his way off the stoop down the stairs
And tried to make as if I hadn’t felt
The laughter and all of the tears.
- https://emkingston.wordpress.com/2022/08/24/e-m-s-rwp-247-ambidextrous/
- https://fivedotoh.com/2022/08/24/fowc-with-fandango-ardent/
- https://onedailyprompt.wordpress.com/2022/08/24/your-daily-word-prompt-dearth-ydwordprompt-august-24-2022/
- https://wordofthedaychallenge.wordpress.com/2022/08/24/branch/
- https://ragtagcommunity.wordpress.com/2022/08/24/rdp-wednesday-kelp/
- https://thedailyspur.wordpress.com/2022/08/24/zibelline/
Stine Writing 
Great use of all of those words, Christine! Thanks for joining in and for the warm welcome back.
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Glad to see you are back!
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Thank you so much! I am getting back slowly but surely. My surgery has me typing and writing less, but I hope to be back to normal soon 🙂
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Ah, surgery. Hope you are healing quickly. I have had my share and they do take a while to come back from.
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