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a furious air and neighborhood destruction– somebody’s lost pet
end of long trip around the solar system– finished the book
zombie scientist starves while doing his research humane substitutes
here is where we chirp, written lines known as tweeting- compressed ideas— Bill D. Johnston (@bedeejay) ...
YOU and are not us.
haiku are headlines reporting mother nature the insight stories
I want to plan and to defer to my future. But, I dream and am caught by my desire.
The archer aims, hoping it is true. The arrow flies. Is the eye hit new?
Work defines the bee? Hives shoul… But entries belong on pages. Companies write mission memos. Souls pen living stages.
Monsters under our beds are phantoms in our heads. Gurus shout such ghosts at our ear… and fears.
Snow melts. Waterfalls streaming rivulets off roofs slake the thirsty ground.
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
Once we had a happy planet with apogees and perigees.
The End will come too soon. Watch the land. Watch the seas Watch the skies for signs, for it… The End.
Clouds sail a vast blue ocean, shapes shifting in that expansive Big Sky.
