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  1. Arahant Member
    Arahant
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    This is an entry in our ongoing Group Writing Series, an opportunity to write devised, coördinated, and executed by Ricochet’s members. Part of the purpose of the Group Writing Series is to encourage new voices and to broaden the focus of topics on Ricochet. Do we want Ricochet to be all Trump (positive and negative) all the time? Of course not. I haven’t seen him here. I haven’t seen him sharing his ideas with us. Each month in group writing, we pick a theme. For March, the theme is Feats of Strength. Your writing doesn’t have to be serious. It doesn’t have to be brilliant. You can even just ask questions. It’s been done before. It can go in the opposite direction of the theme as many have in the past.

    We still have ten openings in March as soon as this upcoming Friday or last Sunday, if you have a time machine. Why not bring your voice to the choir? Our schedule and sign-up sheet awaits you like a horse-drawn sleigh in the snow. All it needs is you, the horse.

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  2. She Member
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    I’d comment on this excellent thread, but I can’t seem to find the words . . . .

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  3. Whistle Pig Member
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    Argh, it’s a picture, I can’t comment on just a line or two.  I was going to observe that the mind didn’t appear to be all that tired yet,
    but now I’m not so sure, I have to hedge my bet.

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  4. Arahant Member
    Arahant
    @Arahant

    Whistle Pig (View Comment):
    Argh, it’s a picture,

    Yes, the formatting of poems gets messed up in the initial conversation starter. It didn’t used to, but progress, donchano?

    “I used to be a po’t,” the old man said.
    “I wrote a thousand sonnets, and songs, too.
    Every form there was was in my head
    And boom! I’d pop them out clean or blue.
    Why, the ladies were at my feet to beg
    A few words from me, words to light their hearts,
    To set afire their passions, up a peg
    or two from where their humdrum days would start.
    Those were the days! The world was wholly mine
    When silver dropped from every word I spoke.
    How long ago those scattered days divine
    that dream yet abed, while the world awoke.
    The lexicon long lost languished, abstruse,
    And now my mind is tired from little use.”

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  5. Judge Mental Member
    Judge Mental
    @JudgeMental

    Arahant (View Comment):

    And now my mind is tired from little use.”

    I resemble this remark.

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  6. Arahant Member
    Arahant
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    Judge Mental (View Comment):

    Arahant (View Comment):

    And now my mind is tired from little use.”

    I resemble this remark.

    Well, get it out and play with it, then.

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  7. Merrijane Inactive
    Merrijane
    @Merrijane

    Lovely. I can’t sign up this month, but maybe next.

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  8. MichaelHenry Member
    MichaelHenry
    @MichaelHenry

    I love the energy in this piece. The words aren’t languorous–they pop out of the page at you. Well done.

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  9. Arahant Member
    Arahant
    @Arahant

    MichaelHenry (View Comment):
    I love the energy in this piece. The words aren’t languorous–they pop out of the page at you. Well done.

    Thank you, Michael. And it’s always good to see you here.

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