Call of the barnyard alarm, the rooster, sounded and Joe decided to roll out of bed even though it was still dark outside. This was the perfect time to harvest the ripe sour cherries before the birds woke up. As the minute the sour cherry tree was ready, the birds knew to descend and in a few minutes, no cherries left for his pie.
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Three Things challenge #MM308
I’ll keep this kosher
Keep it light
Censors don’t want a fight
So I’ll simply say when a child
Played on mom’s organ
A silly way
I pushed and pulled the knobs a plenty
Feet barely touched the pedals many
But it was fun and I enjoyed
Made my grandma’s spirits buoy.
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Daily Prompt – JusJoJan the 18th, 2026
The formerly hidden cave figures decided it was time to end the enigma that surrounded their group. The end of chaos could not be achieved and harmony was now a disappointing effort, though well meant by their made up society. Dressed in rough hewn gunny sack fabric robes, the only exposed skin on their forms were their faces. Necks were covered in layers of blue hued beads, enough to bind the color’s meaning to dwell in sorrow at the state of the world.
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The Times They Are A-Changin’
Song by Bob Dylan ‧ 1964
Come gather ’round people
Wherever you roam
And admit that the waters
Around you have grown
And accept it that soon
You’ll be drenched to the bone
If your time to you is worth savin’
And you better start swimmin’
Or you’ll sink like a stone
For the times they are a-changin’
Come writers and critics
Who prophesize with your pen
And keep your eyes wide
The chance won’t come again
And don’t speak too soon
For the wheel’s still in spin
And there’s no tellin’ who
That it’s namin’
For the loser now
Will be later to win
For the times they are a-changin’
Come senators, congressmen
Please heed the call
Don’t stand in the doorway
Don’t block up the hall
For he that gets hurt
Will be he who has stalled
The battle outside ragin’
Will soon shake your windows
And rattle your walls
For the times they are a-changin’
Come mothers and fathers
Throughout the land
And don’t criticize
What you can’t understand
Your sons and your daughters
Are beyond your command
Your old road is rapidly agin’
Please get out of the new one
If you can’t lend your hand
For the times they are a-changin’
The line it is drawn
The curse it is cast
The slow one now
Will later be fast
As the present now
Will later be past
The order is rapidly fadin’
And the first one now
Will later be last
For the times they are a-changin’
Source: LyricFind
Songwriters: Bob Dylan
The Times They Are A-Changin’ lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
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It’s About Time
feel the heat
hot sun globe descends
sea absorbs
warmed waves lingering
creatures enjoying
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Crimson’s Creative Challenge #069
I wish I had a drum
Wish I had a flute
Wish I had gumption to rise up and refute
The happenings I read about
The happenings I see
The happenings that affect me easily
I cry a tear, say a prayer
But know it does no good
Cause no one’s acting like they should.
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Weekend Writing Prompt #451 – Drum
colors mute
mysterious sky
nature’s art
—
space holds its secrets
future travelers may glimpse
sights like these too close
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SenHai Saturday #35
For the quest of the queen, no quorum was needed. She merely stated “Off with his head!”
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Three Things Challenge #MM307
Where are we
The directional sign was laying on the roadside. We were in a hurry to save them.
Right or left at the junction. Time was passing fast. Which way should we go?
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W3 Prompt #194: Wea’ve Written Weekly
The Bag Lady 
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