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Clouds sail a vast blue ocean, shapes shifting in that expansive Big Sky.
lowly paid pawns moved and sacrificed on the board– minimum wage slaves
Work defines the bee? Hives shoul… But entries belong on pages. Companies write mission memos. Souls pen living stages.
She collected rainbows. She stored sunshine. She put moonlight away. She made stars into a crown. She drew picture clouds.
haiku are headlines reporting mother nature the insight stories
I went to Coin Lent to get some money pumped. But all my cash I spent, and all my cred was dumped.
I huffed my ego, by pouring me into it– She popped my balloon.
Pick up those cups. Embrace those days full of flavors. Savor every single drop. Drink up.
sky shapeshifters take infinite forms on the azure canvas.
YOU and are not us.
Dressed for her wedding, she hurried to her beloved’s side. Her finest silk was chosen and she became His bride.
He pretends to be a hard boiled eg… He actually has a soft yolk. Sometimes, when he acts tough, he is secretly fluid. If you get to know him, he removes
zombie scientist starves while doing his research humane substitutes
Once we had a happy planet with apogees and perigees.
Broken by the vampires who suck life from souls with minimums that keep tires spinning in muck.
