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Writing poems in the carmakes each line go far.
Writing poems in the carmakes each line go far.
Have I ever told you about how I hate nostalgia?When I was a kid, everyone just focused on what was happening that day,but right about the time I got to high school, everyone started talking abouthow bad everything was getting,and … Continued
We found your pictures in a box.After all, they were not lost.Your bright red hair, your sweater vest–it seems you saved your smile best.
Those are the days you forget: when you wake up and check what the rest of the world is doing (the ones in the world that have a way to tell you), then proceed to do what you need to … Continued
“For what it’s worth.” What is it worth?Think of today like a baby’s birthand when your baby marriage screamswhen it should be cute and have sweet dreams,just hold it like a tiny childand don’t let go. The ride is wild,your … Continued
Flying past the Super 8,where we could stop if we were late,but we aren’t so, so we keep going,but we could stop if it were snowing,but the weather’s actually hot,but we could stop if it were not.
We spend so much time workingto pay for things to take up the time we are not working.In the free time we buy, we shop, we sort, we fix, we clean,we use, we move, we dispose of, and finally we … Continued
My arm, my arm!What’s done me harmis a lack of electric mixer.I guess that I have quite the knackfor beating eggs,but I could go quicker.
You can only say “uh-oh” if it was a mistake.Tell that to my child as I mop up this lake.
There’s a color you’ve never seensomewhere hiding in betweenturquoise, tangerine, chartreuse,burnt sienna, pink and puce.This hue, it’s true, has eluded for agesartists, smartests, chefs and sages,but I finally found it while faring afarand I’ll sell it to you in this … Continued