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Tracie Skarbo was motivated to write by her father, who was her biggest supporter. “He was always behind me, rallying me on with my writing. I would always see him with a book in hand. He gave me a great appreciation for the written word, and the power and responsibility that writers have to shape those who read their words. He also taught me to respect nature and to value the beauty within it; my reflections on my environment are just an extension of this.” Skarbo was raised on Vancouver Island and is working on her next two books.

Saturday, July 16, 2011

Holding Hands (My attempts at Karl Pilkingtonisms)

So Susan and I
go to the park the other day, right
just for a stroll like,
get out for some fresh air
and all that.
It had been kinda stuffy
in the house,
cabin fever creepin’ in.
Anyhow so we get there
and everything seems fine
the birds are singing,
some squirrels scurrying
here and there
chasing each other.  Right?
Everything looked normal.
So we start our walk,
and in about ten minutes
or so I start to notice
that its all couples in the park.
And to make things worse,
they’re all holding hands
and smiling like.
Some are even pushing baby strollers
while they are walkin’ in their wellies.
I look over to Susan to see
if she has taken notice.
No wonder I don’t like the park
too much pressure.


The world doesn’t need another round head like mine.








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