Inspired by Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (FOWC) of 4 February 2023, least.
A tiny young schoolboy from Seoul,
To play marbles all day his main goal,
One day found he had none,
All his high hopes were gone,
For he found in his pocket, a hole.
Lost
Mister Bump
My "bump" was in 2016 when, aged 48, I suffered a stroke. This blog charts my recovery. (Header clipart licensed by pngguru.com.)
Mister Bump 
Poor lad 😕
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you know what it’s like when you lose your marbles…
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Eek! What to do, what to do!
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Ha!
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Perfect. Good rhythm and rhyme, and a good laugh too.
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These things wake me up.
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I use coffee for that purpose.
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Poor chap
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Excellent! I wonder if anyone can find the name of a song in this limerick?
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It’s not available 😞
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Sinatra. That’ll be what Nancy is referring to. She likes him.
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Ahh thanks 😊
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excellent.
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I played marbles growing up I really don’t know why I did now 😂😂
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I guess we all did.
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😁
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I knuckled against the ring many times as a youth and a hole in your tote was indeed gut-wrenching disaster.
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