Thursday, June 8, 2006

A Battle For Supremacy, A Very Potty Story Comments

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My name is Plonker, and I am a pot and I have now been
thrown on the compost plot. I have a busted base and a chip
on my rim, my chances of working again are very slim. I have
lived in this garden for many a year and all that surrounds me
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Scarborough Gypsy 09 August 2006

What a funny, sad story. Loved it and love love you. Love Gyp's

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Potty indeed but fresh, cute and certainly unusual!

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Ernestine Northover 09 June 2006

I shall never look at my garden pots in the same way again after this. Bless all garden pots and wish them well. Delightful read, very well thought out. love Ernestine XXX By the way, all is OK!

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Dee Daffodil 08 June 2006

Excellent read! To think I thought it was about toilet training! ! Hugs, Dee

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Francesca Johnson 08 June 2006

Another one of your unique and flowing poem-stories. I do so enjoy them, Sylvia; you are able to create something meaty and readable out of just about anything. These need to be read aloud - they gallop! Love, Fran xx

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Sandra Fowler 08 June 2006

What an amazing story! Cheers for your rich imagination. Love from your American sister, Sandra

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