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Tuesday, 14 June 2016

Spill The Beans

"Spill the beans!" they demanded of me urgently.

I had no beans to spill actually, couldn't they see?

I just know how to cook & eat beans tastefully.

I had wandered across the border unintentionally;

But, the adamant police just didn't believe this refugee...


 44-words poem
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9 comments:

  1. brudberg14 June 2016 at 21:18

    Suspicions are hard to handle... maybe we need to trust a little bit more.

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  2. De Jackson14 June 2016 at 21:41

    Clever, clever take! Love this.

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  3. Grace14 June 2016 at 21:56

    If you are a refugee, everyone is so suspicious ~ Enjoyed the short story Ania ~

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  4. Walt Wojtanik14 June 2016 at 23:29

    A poem about beans! Ha, this made me... oh, excuse me! A playful romp here, Anita!

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  5. Anonymous15 June 2016 at 01:50

    Loved the story behind this!

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  6. Alok singhal15 June 2016 at 03:03

    Aha, very thoughtful and nicely weaved!

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  7. Arcadia Maria15 June 2016 at 05:53

    Clever writing here.

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  8. vivinfrance15 June 2016 at 23:48

    You've shown your empathy brilliantly.

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  9. Rosemary Nissen-Wade19 June 2016 at 13:27

    Not sure whether to laugh or cry at this one. (Perhaps I'll just applaud.)

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Your words mean a lot to me.