<a href=”https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/frail/”>Frail</a>
They called her frail.
Generations have seen her.
They all fell by the wayside.
She was left in neighborhood
It changed but she never did.
Neighbors used to help out.
Times change, people move.
But today they called her frail.
Her baseball bat disgrees.
LOL! She’s not frail! She carries a baseball bat! Wonderful poem!
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I like doing that crossover thing between story and poem. It’s a great way to use frail as someone else’s view bring wrong
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Yes, it’s a great way to write a poem!
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Nice write.
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Thank you very much. I knew a 94 year old that keeps a bat by the front door. She mows her own yard touchdown! She’s a hellion still
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Wow. That is amazing. Hope I can be that strong when my turn comes.
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You never know what someone had inside them
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True
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