Challenge: Intergenerational
Anonymous
Hands worn smooth with time,
teach young fingers how to sew—
threads of memory.
Anonymous
Whispers through the soil,
grandma hums old freedom songs—
roots deep in struggle.
Jazz in midnight streets,
poems bloom from ink and pride—
dreams wear Sunday suits.
Anonymous
Never trust the fridge—
leftovers from last Tuesday
are not a surprise.
Grandpa always says:
“Measure twice, then cut once, kid.”
Still built the shelf wrong.
Have fun and play along!
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