Hey taxi, a hand raised, maybe whistle for one
A ride to the sanctuary on a hired vehicle
My car is not available, gone for the repairs
It needed the nutrition and care that
Could only be given to it in the garage
Till its return I am dependent on the raised hand
And a whistle, to procure a ride to my destination
Written in response to the following;
Your daily word prompt ;
FOWC;
RDP;
Word of the day challenge;
#Keepitalive
#FOWC
#RDP
a very interesting use of prompted words
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Thanks a lot π
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Love how you blend all of these prompts into one story. Great job.
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Thank you so much π
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I think about the tender loving care mechanics show to cars in the garage. Seems like family for some.
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Yes it does. Thanks for sharing your feedback
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I love the idea of the car needing “nutrition” – very imaginative!
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Thank you so much π
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You are most welcome
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π
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Nice
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Thanks π
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I love how you incorporated the word nutrition in a post about transport.
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Thanks a lot. It had to be used. π€£
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Very interesting use of all the prompts.
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Thanks a lot
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lol great use of the prompts, like it!
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Thanks a lot π
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welcome π
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Reblogged this on Poetry Repository.
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Thanks a lot.
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