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I huffed my ego, by pouring me into it– She popped my balloon.
here is where we chirp, written lines known as tweeting- compressed ideas— Bill D. Johnston (@bedeejay) ...
winter mirror mysterious prints at crosstime junction
YOU and are not us.
Coffee perks in the pot. It heats to perfection. Come, we commune with our cups of coffee.
got my surfboard out and rode the photon waves: googled out!
a furious air and neighborhood destruction– somebody’s lost pet
Monsters under our beds are phantoms in our heads. Gurus shout such ghosts at our ear… and fears.
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.
The archer aims, hoping it is true. The arrow flies. Is the eye hit new?
sky shapeshifters take infinite forms on the azure canvas.
Broken by the vampires who suck life from souls with minimums that keep tires spinning in muck.
Dressed for her wedding, she hurried to her beloved’s side. Her finest silk was chosen and she became His bride.
Snow melts. Waterfalls streaming rivulets off roofs slake the thirsty ground.
