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I did not ditto him

He cried. I dittoed.
Stumbled and bumbled. Dittoed.
Studied and worked. Dittoed.
Tended to his ménage. Dittoed.
He was at prayers. Dittoed.
He folded his hands; I raised mine in supplication.
So I am at pyre today.
Burning. For not having dittoed.


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  1. WOW...talk about big regrets. Should have dittoed.

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    1. I guess that depends on whether remaining true to one's faith is worth dying for...

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    2. I don't really think Kathy that he/she should have dittoed. But thank you so much for reading and sharing your views.

      textwall, I think that is what is happening all over the world. People dying for pursuing their faith ...thank you so much

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  2. This was a good illustration of not just blindly following others, but following your faith. Regrettable ending, but ingenious.

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    1. We, the humans, alone are responsible for this regrettable ending. Thank you for stopping by

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  3. very powerful message. It is just so true.. As long as you ditto, things are good. The moment you refuse to ditto, all hell breaks loose .. :)

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  4. And such a slight difference! Cool use of 'ditto', Ruby!

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  5. I agree with everyone above: cool use of ditto, all hell breaks loose from such a small variance, regrettable end. Not because he/she followed her faith but because of the end result of doing so.

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    1. Yeah not because he/she followed his/her faith. But we all run short on patience. Anything different must be denounced hence regrettable end. Thank you for stopping by.

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  6. Yes. For all I can think, it has put civilizations to end. Thank you so much for stopping by

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  7. We can't always ditto everything, sometimes we have to follow our spirits no matter where it leads.

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