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There was a time,
When I had time to waste.
That time has gone
I must make haste.

A small legacy remains,
For the curious few.
A short goodbye,
I bid you adieu.

Why did the worm turn?

Is it in the tequila sunrise?

No, they had it in a vessel, but time ran out. Could this be the end of time?

Market places are fun, as is your little poem. The zizz and buzz is just what one should expect. Too bad the blueberry was gone. It is an especially good flavor.

The destination was on another sign, a bit further on. It never refused the destination, but alluded to it with the rearview mirror reference. A last chance to turn back. It's as loose as a goose...

I am so glad that you do what you do. I makes me smile and laugh, and reminds me of a time without stress.

There was a time,
Some time ago.
A time of love,
And a time of hate.
A time for a flower,
When it had power.
The power it had,
Was deemed innocence.

It really was a trident, and not a fork. I misspoke. The middle path was to the absolute future. He looked at his past in the rearview mirror.

Where do they save the time saved during Daylight Savings Time?

You nailed it.

Some people dwell in fear, some relish it, therefore, for them a fearful god would be quite nice.

Upon reading this for the first time, I dismissed it as a degradation of humanity. Upon a second reading and further reflection, I see both the humor and paradox of God and the Devil. Do we believe...

Send her this story, and make sure she knows you wrote it. She may just fall for you again. Nothing ventured, nothing gained. The words are yours, and, for now, they are perfect. I want to know...

You find yourself alone, walking life’s highway. The journey, until now has been uneventful. Chance meetings with fellow travelers have sometimes left you warm and fuzzy, and yet others, have...

Here is mine, now show me yours.
Your is different than mine.
Should we?
Could we?
Let's try.

This thread contains my creations about toy trains and my life-long love of them. If you proceed, you probably have a memory or a desire for these great miniature recreations of life on the...

Born Without Talent

I must confess I was born completely without natural talent. I am not fast of feet, large of stature, quick of wit, and I do not possess superior physical strength.

I do...

Welcome. You will find this a very friendly place. Folks here actually offer responses to your work. Unlike some other places where people read, but say nothing, here you will find both help,...

It could, but only if each spoke a common language.

It has a right wing,
And a left one too.
But can it fly?
It doesn’t try.

It’s body is bloated.
It lumbers around,
It casts many spells
As it sits on the ground.

Today, I was out on my every-other-day exercise bike trip. I have only been doing this for a couple of weeks, and I'm not really steady on the bike yet nor am I in very good shape. So I did my 2...

They are all wonderful. A beach with too much sand is still better than a beach with irregular particles.

Once, I found myself, running from my past.
I ran and ran and thought my heart might burst.
I ran past a mirror, so very fast,
That I did not reflect upon it.

My words are like spaghetti,
I cook them down,
And throw them hard, against the wall.
If they stick, I post them all.