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Start of a new week,
Greet Sunday with a sundae,
Or, maybe parfait?
Sweet tooth for a tooth;
The dentist has much to fill,
But it’s all worth it.
Just Desserts
Cheery Pi
3.14 cheers
For today’s fun math constant;
Try a slice of pi.
Time Bomb
Years tick by,
Until the simmer
Starts to boil.
Baby gets a gun,
Stunning everyone.
How much more must we watch this rerun?
Thyme Bomb
Take time to spice up,
Thyme can make a difference;
Tasty explosion.
Time Bum
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Wait a second,
Got a minute?
Back in an hour,
Give me a day,
Squeeze me in?
I promise not to take too much time,
But if I do . . .
It’s not like I committed a crime.
Ten ETs*
*Empowering Tenets
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- Choose to appreciate over being an ingrate
- Avoid being a fool wherever you rule
- Give while you live
- Listen without condition
- Aspire to inspire
- Leave lots of latitude when encountering attitude
- Strive to thrive
- Choose to recycle before using a waste receptacle
- Provide no resistance to those needing assistance
- Only be a quitter when holding on to the bitter
Shift your Schtick
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“Make your bed,
Cook your meals,
Fold your laundry,
You’re on your own now,
So . . . mom up!”
Bro’ to Bro’:
“Buy your own beer,
Ask her out,
Pay your way,
You’re a big boy,
So . . . man up!”
Jamaican to Tourist:
“Quit reading your emails,
Hold your calls,
Order a cocktail,
You’re here to chill,
So . . . yeh mon up!”
The Day the Toad Stood Still
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6-word story version:
The Toad croaked his last ribbit.
50-word story version:
Called the “Toad” for resembling the amphibian, Todd tends to toady to everyone. Immune to his fawning ways, Todd’s enemy tricks him into eating a toadstool disguised as a truffle served with succulent ribs. Always aiming to please, Todd ate everything on the plate. The Toad croaked his last ribbit.
Ashen Valentine
Their love surprised,
Then suppressed;
They were forced to separate,
Their hearts wept as if to suppurate.
They surrendered,
Resigned to be suspended
In a state of suffering.
But knowing it’s temporary was sufficient
To help them survive
Their severe
Mortal sentence
Because their souls know the silence
Does not mean they are still,
For their love will always be here to stay.
The Who Am I Tag
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As mentioned before, I tend to be late in responding to tags and awards from my readers, but I rarely forget to follow up.
Thanks, Bookidote, for your tag. The rules for this tag are for me to answer some questions and take selected personality tests. Because such tests can be time consuming, allow me to bend the rules, turn the test into a fictional exercise and fabricate my answers. Is that revealing, or what?
What is the meaning of my name?
Karina is a derivative of “careening,” which is indicative of how I careen from certain matters, such as playing it totally straight with readers. (That would be oh-so boring.)
What is my Myer-Briggs personality type?
I challenge being typecast even though such tests often reveal that I would make an excellent shoe salesperson. Although I’m a big advocate for the right of a foot to remain comfortable all day long, I know deep inside we all want to wear ruby red shoes and be noticed. So I refuse to judge anyone who would rather wear a sparkler than a neutral pair to go with their outfit.
Other shoe salespersons you may have run into:
Larry (Macy’s)
Chelsea (DSW)
Hank (Footlocker)
What is my zodiac sign?
I am one with the universe and so I shall not isolate any one sign to define me. Besides, I don’t think of myself as an old goat.
What is my Hogwarts House?
After way too much sorting by my classmates who could never figure me out, I was thrown out and told to start my own house. So let’s say I’m in the doghouse.
What are my learning style(s)?
All I know is you don’t touch a hot stove. I learnt my lesson the hard way.
Am I right or left-brain dominant?
My brain tends to shift to the right and left at different hours of the day. It’s like a sundial. I follow the direction of the sun.
What is my blood type?
When it comes to blood, I prefer not to have my vital fluids typed, sketched, or drawn. Just let my blood in my veins be!
What career am I meant to have?
I’m meant to be a wonderer. I’m still wondering what I should be doing.
What Divergent faction do I belong to?
I diverged to the point of not belonging in any tribe.
What does my birth order say about me?
I wasn’t the firstborn, so I’ve never felt like a guinea pig.
As always, I open this tag to all. You can answer all questions or select just those that you feel compelled to answer. Don’t be a stranger (to yourself)!
Karina Pinella 
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