Clarity CONTEST

Kim Harrington was kind enough to offer FOUR signed bookplates and two signed bookmarks to offer as a giveaway prize. That’s six winners!

The Clarity Bookplates/Bookmarks giveaway will be open from April 4, 2011 (noon) until Friday 8, 2011 (11:59 pm). Friday, April 15th (11:59 p.m.)  To enter please leave a comment on this post telling if you were able, what psychic ability would you want to have, why, and what you would use it for. Six winners will be chosen and contacted via e-mail on Saturday April 16, 2011. Winners will be chosen via Random.org. First four chosen will each win a signed bookplate, the following two chosen winners will win a signed bookmark.

 Winner will have two days to respond to e-mail with mailing address, if address not received by Monday April18, 2011 (11:59 pm) another winner will be chosen.

The BookBandit wants to take the time to say THANK YOU to Kim Harrington for being so generous with her bookplates and her time. And of course, for writing (what I think is) an awesome books!

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Sick

From Where the Sidewalk Ends by Shel Silverstein

Sick

” “I cannot go to school today,”

Said little Peggy Ann McKay.

“I have the measles and the mumps,

A gash, a rash and purple bumps.

My mouth is wet, my throat is dry,

I’m going blind in my right eye.

My tonsils are as big as rocks,

I’ve counted sixteen chicken pox

And there’s one more–that’s seventeen,

And don’t you think my face looks green?

My leg is cut–my eyes are blue–

It might be instamatic flu.

I cough and sneeze and gasp and choke,

I’m sure that my left leg is broke–

My hip hurts when I move my chin,

My belly button’s caving in,

My back is wrenched, my ankle’s sprained,

My ‘pendix pains each time it rains.

My nose is cold, my toes are numb.

I have a sliver in my thumb.

My neck is stiff, my voice is weak,

I hardly whisper when I speak.

My tongue is filling up my mouth,

I think my hair is falling out.

My elbow’s bent, my spine ain’t straight,

My temperature is one-o-eight.

My brain is shrunk, I cannot hear,

There is a hole inside my ear.

I have a hangnail, and my heart is–what?

What’s that? What’s that you say?

You say today is. . .Saturday?

G’bye, I’m going out to play!” “