#NPM2012: Prompt 13 Chemistry Can be Magical
Before the day you mixed up that special magic brew, I have little recollection. But once your Love Potion...
Before the day you mixed up that special magic brew, I have little recollection. But once your Love Potion...
With Sputnik incentive, Science education reformed, To send Rockets to the Moon. The slide ruled. My father’s parting gift,...
That night, While all the house a slept, Mine feet into the kitchen crept. The icebox door (was not...
It seems like only yesterday. Three summer weeks. A cottage outside London. Oxford. Stratford. Castles. Trains. The Tower. Ravens....
I stooped to spy A butterfly, And stuck a thistle In my thumb. Beheld mine eye, The insect guy,...
Happy Easter chick, With your bead eyes and felt nose. Celebrate the day! by aforgrave, April 8th, 2012. #NPM2012:...
Pops and crackles, Dust on Vinyl disks, Stored upright in their crates. In treasured sleeves. Now gone. Recycled? Or...
Many fingers, Many hands, To keep them all up in the air, at once. In finding more, and more,...
A Yarn, well-spun, Is oft more pleasing than the truth. Hat’s off to Midge, For making mystery of a...
In olden days, Our Little Read Walked (odd, not rode!), In her hoodie, Through forests dark. Was not the monster...
The apple never wrought no harm, ‘cept that what were imposed: Prescription from Above, or wicked Queen. My aching...
One cannot survive, With naught but dips from Twitter’s well. Real folks quench real thirst. by aforgrave, April 2nd,...
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