I had a place for you, a place right next to me a place I sheltered with my heart. Your eyes, they had a steady hold on mine. My lips dried. My voice died. My head was so far gone. I twisted my fascination into your smile, I can't explain the way it hurt. An ache so violent and sudden. You were mine to hold, to kiss, to touch but you looked so good it hurt too much The panes of sunlight dripped across your face and the smiling became laughing, the holding became clenching, and the wanting became needing.... Read more »
Wishes for A Friend May the early morning sun Shine on you today. A gentle breeze caress you, As you go along life's way. I wish you health and happiness, As the dew comes into view. And may each hour be blessed, With friendships fond and true. May your dreams all be fulfilled, You achieve your every goal. And at the end of the day, May peace touch your heart and soul. I Love You My Friend. God bless you more today.
SON: "Daddy, may I ask you a question?" DAD: "Yeah sure, what is it?" SON: "Daddy, how much do you make an hour?" DAD: "That's none of your business. Why do you ask such a thing?" SON: "I just want to know. Please tell me, how much do you make an hour?" DAD: "If you must know, I make $100 an hour." SON: "Oh! (With his head down). SON: "Daddy, may I please borrow $50?" The father was furious. DAD: "If the only reason you asked that is so you can borrow some money to buy a silly toy or... Read more »
I was taught to read by my grandmother. Central to her method was a tale of unnatural love called 'The Duck and the Kangaroo'. Then, because my grandfather, Senator Gore, was blind, I was required early on to read grown-up books to him, mostly constitutional law and, of course, the Congressional Record. The later continence of my style is a miracle, considering those years of piping the additional remarks of Mr. Borah of Idaho.
It takes tremendous will to compete in any athletic endeavor, so it meant going to bed early and getting my homework done in advance. I had to sacrifice things, like a social life, to be a skater at 15. But I loved skating so much that it was worth everything to me.
A witch, a vampire, and a pixy walk into a bar, I thought as I led the way into the Squirrel’s End. It was early, and the sun had yet to set when the door swung shut behind Jenks, sealing us in the warm air smelling faintly of smoke. Immediately Nick yanked it open to come in behind us. And there’s the punch line.