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April 29th — A Poem A Day

Never Learning

I learned my nevers as a child.
Never take candy from strangers.
Never take wooden nickles.
Never count chickens before they’ve hatched.
Never look a gift horse in the mouth.
Never bite the hand that feeds you.
Never cry over spilt milk.
Never sign up to write a poem a day.
Never say never.


Poetic Asides, Day 29
Prompt: write a poem with the title,  Never ___


    1. Minky — my birthday was quite fun, thanks to all my friends – -and your wishes are still welcome! This past year has been remarkably blessed. I would be doubly blessed to have two in a row!

  1. Never forget spell check. When did we start splitting milk? I have spilled it, gulped it, slopped it, sprayed it (don’t ask) and cooked with it but I have never split it.
    The rest of it is pretty cool.

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    1. Fixed. And spell check wouldn’t have helped a bit. Split is a word.

      However, I have slit milk. Put a bit of whole milk in a saucer, and drop into the middle of it one drop of a grease dissolving dish liquid (like Dawn®) and watch the milk split.

  2. I don’t think I ever got that NEVER list down…. I LIKE wooden nickels… they’re cool! And I probably wouldn’t take CANDY from a stranger – but I’d take CAKE from even stranger than stranger!

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  3. It’s good to have some “nevers” as boundaries, but good, too, to take risks and chances and stretch ourselves.I think Poetry Month has probably been that for those who did it — a stretching of mind and imagination.

    Love your comment about splitting milk. 🙂

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