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Kimba sifting
Through his thought processes, Identifying particles that hinder A fine recipe for life. Mom sifts Through the dirt of the earth Planting bridges of flowers Upholding her pondering thoughts and Vibrant bursts of life’s wisdom. A wench sifts Through the paperwork Of registration at a culinary institute, The beginning of a confectioner’s dream come true. Here, in the poetry forum, We are all continuously sifting In written form Through our thoughts and perceptions. My memories of my mother’s flour sifter Grab my imagination. The puffed out metal container Metal arm held in a salute on the side, Round red wooden button style grip topping the arm. Mesh bottom for the processed grains to drift through To a metal pie plate catcher at the bottom. “Chik-Chik-chik- Chika-chika-chika-vsssp-vssp-vssp” Would sound as the round wire Sifted through the contents Scraping that metal mesh at the bottom. Depending on how fast or slow you went, The sound like a train starting out slowly Picking up rhythm and momentum as you go With a final “tunk-tunk-tunk” by your hand On the side of the sifter at the end. The big bopper parody extends his invitation to life: C’mon over, Baby, whole lotta siftin’ goin on. I said, c’mon over, Baby, we got thoughts to ponder on! |
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 this
imagination of yours Wench 
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YES YES AND HELL YES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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Aweeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee Girlllllllll you,, you just ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh hell,,, Brilliant is thee mind Brilliant is the heart,, Brilliant is thee hands that Holds lifes purity in thee Soul Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh lets Dough see Dough 
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lol, thanks, D4!
You too, tanya-n-2Kids. Ohhh Kimba, I'm so glad you like this - WHOOT! Ahhhh mom, umm, I'm a lil too rowdy for a dough-see-dough, but honeybun, how but a swwwww-ING! ???????? Yup, I used to square dance as a kid and there usually were not enough guys, so I was "the guy" and my sister did the girl's part. Put your left hand on my shoulder and we hold hands with the other one (like a waltz set up or a two-step). My right hand is on your waist. Now, we spin (we'll start slowly). Then at just the right moment, I'll twirl ya under my left arm, as you exit the twirl, we both back out into the general circle and sass-shay our hips and feet to the music as we all circle round holding hands. It's very exhilarating and I think you'll enjoy it immensely!!!!! 
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This is wonderful Wench
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Hi and thank you, Mis Kim!
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Brings back wonderful memories Wench, thank you
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Yeyyyy and you're welcome!
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 Wench...... I gotta love ya! You amaze me always! 
I never would have thought to create a write with a flour sifter!  I love your mind as well as your heart girl! 
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Edited by
Differentkindofwench
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Fri 02/27/09 11:23 AM
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Thanks, K. I did have to keep my mind on the kitchen version because the one we used to clear the foundation for the shed was a much bigger upper body/lower back work out for clearing rocks but leaving the dirt and a gold mining sluice box kept trying to finagle it's way in my thoughts; but that, again, is a whole body work out and lots of cool but very different sounds - although both are adaptable with the sifting concept.
Ohhh P.S. Sending vibes of strength and loving patience for you and your mom. |
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Kimba sifting Through his thought processes, Identifying particles that hinder A fine recipe for life. Mom sifts Through the dirt of the earth Planting bridges of flowers Upholding her pondering thoughts and Vibrant bursts of life’s wisdom. A wench sifts Through the paperwork Of registration at a culinary institute, The beginning of a confectioner’s dream come true. Here, in the poetry forum, We are all continuously sifting In written form Through our thoughts and perceptions. My memories of my mother’s flour sifter Grab my imagination. The puffed out metal container Metal arm held in a salute on the side, Round red wooden button style grip topping the arm. Mesh bottom for the processed grains to drift through To a metal pie plate catcher at the bottom. “Chik-Chik-chik- Chika-chika-chika-vsssp-vssp-vssp” Would sound as the round wire Sifted through the contents Scraping that metal mesh at the bottom. Depending on how fast or slow you went, The sound like a train starting out slowly Picking up rhythm and momentum as you go With a final “tunk-tunk-tunk” by your hand On the side of the sifter at the end. The big bopper parody extends his invitation to life: C’mon over, Baby, whole lotta siftin’ goin on. I said, c’mon over, Baby, we got thoughts to ponder on! 
H-E-L-L-O BAB-------BY!!!! WILL I WHAT?? WILL I WHAT?? OH BABY YOU KNOWWWWWWWWWWW WHAT I LIKE.. Sifty words and a sifter cup,,,,,,,a little spin and grin,,and a big WHASSSSSS UP,,,,,,a little sift here and a little sift there,,,,look out baby its going everywhere,,,,,lol GREAT MOMENTS locked in mind,,,I have the same as you,,,,,shif,shif shif.........and flour everywhere,,,,OH,,,,only when I DID THAT,,,lol Thanks for the look back,,,
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VERY Well done, T-Man
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I love sifting.....
I panned for gold as a kid, and loved it.... I sifted sand as a brickies labourer, and making mud bricks for friend's homes... I sift through crazy dirty escapee socks... I sift through bottom drawer stashes of photographs... I sift through sounds and scents of times gone by.... I never have to sift through my heart though.
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Oh to enjoy a slice of life in the mind of the Wench...always refreshing and brings a smile to my face.
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Kimba sifting Through his thought processes, Identifying particles that hinder A fine recipe for life. Mom sifts Through the dirt of the earth Planting bridges of flowers Upholding her pondering thoughts and Vibrant bursts of life’s wisdom. A wench sifts Through the paperwork Of registration at a culinary institute, The beginning of a confectioner’s dream come true. Here, in the poetry forum, We are all continuously sifting In written form Through our thoughts and perceptions. My memories of my mother’s flour sifter Grab my imagination. The puffed out metal container Metal arm held in a salute on the side, Round red wooden button style grip topping the arm. Mesh bottom for the processed grains to drift through To a metal pie plate catcher at the bottom. “Chik-Chik-chik- Chika-chika-chika-vsssp-vssp-vssp” Would sound as the round wire Sifted through the contents Scraping that metal mesh at the bottom. Depending on how fast or slow you went, The sound like a train starting out slowly Picking up rhythm and momentum as you go With a final “tunk-tunk-tunk” by your hand On the side of the sifter at the end. The big bopper parody extends his invitation to life: C’mon over, Baby, whole lotta siftin’ goin on. I said, c’mon over, Baby, we got thoughts to ponder on! A poetess who can bake like there's no tomorrow. A double whammy~Excellent
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oh boy, you're toooooo much
creative in all of your glory...great job!!! 
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I love sifting..... I panned for gold as a kid, and loved it.... I sifted sand as a brickies labourer, and making mud bricks for friend's homes... I sift through crazy dirty escapee socks... I sift through bottom drawer stashes of photographs... I sift through sounds and scents of times gone by.... I never have to sift through my heart though.
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