Pathetic prose game
 

I will give the opening line of an original poem and each of you can come behind with a single line to add. It's impossible to know where we will end up, but it's almost always hillarious! Please join in! No talent necessary. ;)


The last bloom of summer shivered in the cold...


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And the darkness covered the hills in black....

And as the cold breeze became stronger....

the dark hours of the day were becoming longer

What has really become of

of my life that is now hollow?

We know we should not fear....

of what comes tomorrow.

2tiredmom
 

be it happy or be it sorrow.

2tiredmom

It might be your soul I borrow.

The thing you'll never know

is that flowers drop their seeds in snow

and when winter's white cover disappears in the spring....

It will be my heart that yearns to sing.

Tunes that bring your soul a smile....