Oh, the things that I could write about with just ten minutes of free time
Although I’m not sure where I’d start I’m fairly sure my words would rhyme
I might start with some complaints about my teenagers- all three
I speak to them, they hear my words and repeat them back to me
They embellish what I say
with rolling eyes and bobble heads
It’s not like when I was a teen
Hormones to chicken now are fed
My ten minutes have now expired
and some words seem to have rhymed,
Where’s the iambic pentameter?
For that I’d need more time.
**I must apologize and admit my bad
I came back and tweaked; mistakes make me mad.
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THE DAILY POST
Sep 18, 2014
DAILY PROMPT
Ready, Set, Done
Today, write about anything — but you must write for exactly ten minutes, no more, no less.
http://dailypost.wordpress.com/dp_prompt/ready-set-done/
A lot from Lydia 
rolling eyes and bobble heads. Yes and yes.
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Ah, you must have teens.
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three just like you. Thankfully, they grew out of that stage… 🙂
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