In the Garden today we are finding inspiration in a poem by Ellen Kort
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She’s No Lady –
she rudely pushed her
way into the room
uninvited
unwelcome
she claimed she had
an appointment – then
pointed a long bony finger at
the frail woman in the bed
and hissed, “you’re coming with me”
over our protests she snatched
up the woman, laughed coarsely
and they vanished
rhymeswithbug 
No no lady at all!
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😉
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yes a nice image
much love…
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Fantastic line breaks.
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I question the validity of her “appointment”.
Very clever, Candy. But that’s the way it is. I’d be dead quite a while ago if it weren’t for doctors and modern medicine.
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Death can enter the room like that..
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I could picture just that kind of woman, great to write and discover you from Real Toads!
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Uninvited… your description made me think of miss Havisham …
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Oh my, an death is an uninvited death with a mission to take who she wishes. Powerfully dark imagery. Thanks so much for writing for the challenge.
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Uninvited for sure here, and most times.
A retired coworker died peacefully Monday, at home, in his sleep. I think he may have missed all the action.
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