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Bed and Breakfast – Sunday Photo Fiction
AnElephantCant always be murderous Although a gory death or two has a certain fascination This week he says very little Decides to be subtle And leave it all up to your freaky imagination This is a...
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The Truck – Sunday Photo Fiction
AnElephantCant wait to get started He hopes he has not lost his touch Al’s Sunday Photo Fiction Has become an addiction AnElephant enjoys it so much This is a weekly invitation to write a short piece...
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The Beach – Friday Fictioneers
AnElephantCant deny he loves sunshine He is happy to swim and to laze in the sand You say what he must mean is He likes girls in bikinis He shrugs his shoulders his life is just grand Once again it is...
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The Mother, the Burglar and the Frog – Sunday Photo Fiction
AnElephantCant always be consistent He tends to write stuff erratically in fits and starts So when he sees this week’s pic He knows just the trick He cheats and writes a story in three parts This is a...
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Market Day – Friday Fictioneers
AnElephantCant miss out on the market Fresh fruit and veg and scrummy local cheese Shoes and hats and all sorts He buys a new pair of shorts To get some sunshine on his cute knobbly knees Once again it...
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Rough Water – Sunday Photo Fiction
AnElephantCant always be inspired Although some weeks he gets somewhat excited But last Sunday’s wee story Wins him in so much glory That he is beginning to wish he doesn’t write it This is a weekly...
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La Gare – Sunday Photo Fiction
AnElephantCant be mistaken for an encyclopaedia There are some things that not even he knows But this time he’s not wrong In the words of Bob’s song You don’t need a weatherman to know which way the...
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The Tree – Friday Fictioneers
AnElephantCant deny it Trees are just about his favourite things He is a bit too big To sit on a high twig But he may try it if he has wings He has good reason to love them This is not a load of bunk...
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Dinner Party – Friday Fictioneers
AnElephantCant eat with chopsticks He is less adroit than the average man so He uses his trunk For his food and drink And practices a wee tune on the piano Once again it is Friday Fictioneer time....
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Fear of Flying – Friday Fictioneers
AnElephantCant tell if this plane Has wide enough seats to squeeze in his wee bum so He sits on the wing Has a swing and a sing And – wait for it! – pretends he is Dumbo on a Jumbo Once again it is...
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The Wish – Friday Fictioneers
AnElephantCant find any inspiration His problems this week are rapidly mounting But he girds his loins Finds some coins And throws them into the fountain Once again it is Friday Fictioneer time. Fairy...
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