Raked piles of straw
In feckless disarray
Bad comb over
Author: Dancing Echoes
I am a scientist by trade and artist by soul. My creative outlet used to be dancing but due to injuries and age, I must now find another path. I am hoping my writing, poetry and photography can be this new path. Awards: While I am grateful and honored for the numerous nominations, I donโt have time to respond to them with the attention they deserve, so for the most part, I am an award free blog. All photographs and words are mine unless otherwise credited. ยฉ 2015-2023 Dancing Echoes ALL RIGHTS RESERVED Unauthorized use and/or duplication of this material without express and written permission from this blogโs author/owner is strictly prohibited. Excerpts and links may be used, provided that full and clear credit is given to Christy Draper with appropriate and specific direction to the original content on Dancing Echoes.
February 7, 2018 at 10:22 pm
Ha! Bad comb over. Good one!
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February 7, 2018 at 10:53 pm
Thank you Rebel! Iโm not very subtle am I?
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February 8, 2018 at 1:58 pm
Ha Ha! Yes, I agree with Rebel Girl – Bad comb-over is brilliant ๐
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February 8, 2018 at 2:01 pm
Thank you Clare. I must be a witch because such a subject is in Newsweek today.
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February 8, 2018 at 2:27 pm
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February 12, 2018 at 7:54 pm
Disarray … a suitable metaphor for comb over #45. ๐
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February 12, 2018 at 7:55 pm
Thank you Patrick
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February 16, 2018 at 6:42 pm
Cograts
We start at the same time and you are my only follower.
Best Wishes What do you think of my poem for sale.
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February 27, 2018 at 7:57 am
Had a great laugh at the bad comb over. Well done!
xx Rowena
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February 27, 2018 at 7:59 am
Thank you Rowena!
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