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Can’t figure out how to read this
Perhaps it is hieroglyphics
A bunch of designs, fill the page
There’s nothing more specific
Should I sit here, on my behind
Wondering how the cavemen did it
Or make my way into the city
For the local museum’s exhibit?
Yes, I shall go down to the place
Where the writing’s on the wall
Stop, and ask the curator there
What it’s all about, this scrawl
But instead of helping me out
He shows me to a room, quite small
It’s where, he says, they secretly hide
The writer, named Nean Derthal
April Writing Prompt: Hieroglyphic hineys – Day 10/30
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Yep, that’s my leg. After an ultrasound to make sure I didn’t have a blood clot, they wrapped me in a knee immobilizer, called in a prescription for an anti-inflammatory , told me to follow up with my ortho and sent me on my way.
Night Owl Poetry - Dorinda Duclos 