Castaways
cast off,
casting
aspersions
at all the
outcasts;
those whose
casting
calls were
never answered,
those who
were born into
a lower caste.
Castaways
cast their
nets wide upon
the waters,
while some
played
castanets,
or cooked
in cast iron.
still others
cast lots in
their cast-off
clothing ’til
the first
cast of
dawn.
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Love this tribute to the castaways.
Where is your “like” button gone? Did you cast it away on purpose or is it the WordPress glitch again?
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Dadgum like button had gone AWOL on mine and a few other blogs. Hanks for commenting on my rather odd offering today.
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Thanks, not hanks!
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