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A Day In August
It was today, not unlike any day in August. It was so hot and
humid, that the mosquitos wore raincoats. The grasshoppers
were lazy and had lost a step, but the thrill of autumn was
near. My shadow did hula-hoops and granny read from the "good
book." Grandpa played his one-string fiddle and my sister
had a diaper rash. The sky was hung with clouds. The grist
mill whistled.
humid, that the mosquitos wore raincoats. The grasshoppers
were lazy and had lost a step, but the thrill of autumn was
near. My shadow did hula-hoops and granny read from the "good
book." Grandpa played his one-string fiddle and my sister
had a diaper rash. The sky was hung with clouds. The grist
mill whistled.
Published 12th May 2022
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13th May 2022 9:55am
I have fact checked your submission and found the following errors...
Naw, just kidding.
You've thrown a lot on the canvas here, hula hooping shadows stands out.
Best ~ Abra
Naw, just kidding.
You've thrown a lot on the canvas here, hula hooping shadows stands out.
Best ~ Abra
13th May 2022 12:54pm
