At dVerse De is hosting the Quadrille (44 words) with an invitation to write about paper.
dVerse Poets – Quadrille – Papered Poems
“The media. It sounds like a convention of spiritualists.” Tom Stoppard
The Rag Pay-p-urrr! echoed loudly my call to ply the Daily, a jaundiced rag, a paper inked with salacious tones and local misery, Jemimah's horse, of course, baby names and some sordid political scandal, I had it all at $15.00 a week plus tips. Copyright 2022 ©Paul Vincent Cannon All Rights Reserved ®
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Great fun, Paul. I remember that headline!
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So amazing back then.
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Oh, man. “a jaundiced rag” is FANTASTIC.
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Thank you so much De
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Reminds me of when my brother had a paper route (for the respectable paper in our area, not the rag).
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Ha, not such a choice these days Liz.
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You have that right, Paul!
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As I remember those days of kids doing a paper route I remember early early early mornings sitting there stuffing papers in plastic to protect them from snow 😂
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Yes, here its to protect from rain
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“Pay-p-urrr” brings back so many memories.
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Yes, an era now gone.
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Oh, the paper round! I remember it well…
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Up hill, down dale, rain hail or shine, all gone now though, no calls in the city now.
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A honourable start I’d say!
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It really was VJ.
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Thank you VJ 🙂
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Welcome
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You delivered memories with this poem.
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I love how you put that, clever 🙂
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Great picture 🌷🙏😍 Still remembering and a Special Tribute to great Moon Walkers 😍💕👌💐 🎊
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Yes, wasn’t it amazing?
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Indeed amazing and thank you 😊 🙏🌷
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My pleasure Thattamma 🙂
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🌷🙏♥️🌷
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I remember the paper boys calling out ‘pay-p-urrr!’ in the streets of a busy city. I also remember exactly where I was when man first walked on the moon. Ahhhhh memories. Thanks Paul!
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Yes, memories, that was an amazing moment.
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From rags to chemise?
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What can I say, it’s a cinderella world 😉
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Cendrillon. True.
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Cendrillon, yes 🙂
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The good old days….a very nice snippet of nostalgia…
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Like many things, much is passing, nostalgia for sure, thank you Ain.
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Paul, my brother had a paper route in the sixties delivering a weekly newspaper called “Grit” Your poem makes the job seem fun! ❤
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I really did have fun Cheryl, thank you 🙂
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Ditto the comment above–my brother (in Massachusetts in the 60s) also delivered that weekly newspaper called “Grit”. I guess your poem and the call “Pay-purr ” is truly striking a chord around the world!
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Julie
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It does seem universal as an experience, amazing how that era has gone now, thank you Julie. Ha, striking a chord 🙂
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Many thanks 🙂
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such a fun memory, Paul! ❤
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It really was such fun David 🙂
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This brought back nostalgic memories of a by gone era
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Yes, one that haas dramatically disappeared in our lifetime.
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