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Friday, July 20, 2012
Fireblossom Friday, the devil, you say
What? The devil, you say!
How dare you?
Don’t you know who I am?
Look at me, a fine figure of a prosperous gentleman,
Drinking port and smoking fine cigars,
Rubbing shoulders with the wealthy and powerful,
Announcing my opinions with thumbs in my vest.
The devil, you say?
I don’t want anyone to know.
Posted for Fireblossom Friday, at the online writers’ group Imaginary Garden with Real Toads. This week, my friend Fireblossom has asked us to write about the devil or any of his minions. The above rant just popped into my head, prompted, perhaps, by an e-mail I received this morning from my friend Judith. She and her husband have retired to a narrowboat on a canal in England, to be closer to her husband’s family. She painted me a wonderful word-picture of her husband enjoying his retirement, so I was still thinking of England when I read Fireblossom’s challenge. (My writing in no way represents Judith’s husband, a darlin’ man who worked very hard all his life and is entitled to enjoy his retirement.)