miscellaneous sock piles
and a clothes heap
cupcakes and procrastination.
the sun is shining
it's dim within.
a chalk eraser
scattering dust in my mind.
a box with tape
cards stacked high
blue ribbon
and a chance to die.
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While the laughter of joy is in full harmony with our deeper life, the laughter of amusement should be kept apart from it. The danger is too great of thus learning to look at solemn things in a spirit of mockery, and to seek in them opportunities for exercising wit.
[Lewis Carroll]
People are like elevators.
they either bring you
u
p
or bring you
d
o
w
n
.
[Lewis Carroll]
People are like elevators.
they either bring you
u
p
or bring you
d
o
w
n
.
You do not know what tomorrow will bring. For what is your life? You are a mist that appears for a little time and then vanishes. [james 4 v 14]
1 comment:
"a chance to die"
Okay... you're scaring me. Very cute poem though. :)
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