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There was little in their heart
But ice
And calculated cruelty.
A wanton abuse of
Power.
Ribald actions of
A misery intended
To inflict.
The wreck they left
Of any who had
Crossed them,
Threatened to hollow
Even the hardiest
Protest.
And yet,
There were still some
Whose souls
Would not give in
To ugly.
Whose light
Resisted.
Insisted.
Persisted.
For Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt: wanton in 60 words
Thank goodness for the few.
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Amen!
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Na’ama Y’karah,
Thank goodness for those who have the courage to stand for truth. Mine’s kind of dark, too and close to home.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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I will check yours in a moment. And … yes, thank goodness for those who stand for truth. Amen to that.
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I like to think there will always be those few, no matter the circumstance.
Beautifully done.
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Thank you, Dale! Yes, I’d like to think that, too. History so far has shown that to be true. Now, if only we can have more than just a few …
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Yes, how to multiply the few until they are more…
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Um … shall I tell you about the birds and the bees, the storks, or the cabbage patch? 😉
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Hahaha! You nut!
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😀 Guilty as charged … Your NYNF … 😉
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😀
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A beautiful and powerful anthem to those who don’t accept ‘The Way Things Are’.
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Indeed, and to those who won’t comply for compliance sake. Thanks for the comment!
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Love those last three words. Like punctuation marks
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Ah. Thank you. Amen.
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Really, thank you!
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