ShoesMy friend and I went walking, Along a dusty road. His shoes were torn and diry, Mine clean and trimmed in gold. And as we walked along that day, My shoes revealed their wear. But his were the same as they were before, What's more, he didn't care! I asked, "How do you do it?" He shrugged, and gave a smile. "They just dont' show the dirt I guess." And we walked another mile. By now my shoes were filthy, The gold no longer shined. And still his were no different. This weighed heavily on my mind. "Shoes are like life," he said. "They show their wShoes
Man In Mildew On My WallCrouched as you are in agony, Hand to your forehead, Back to me, I feel your bitterness; Sympathize as I've been Watching you grow. At first a stain upon the Sweet Pea Pink, Soon grown to mar the Blank with your Blue-grey-green. But ah, relief That you soon shall feel, Your agony erased By the blessed touch Of a rag And Spic-N-Span.Man In Mildew On My Wall
AfterthoughtsSnow that was falling like Bits of confetti into your hair, That made your eyes Sparkle and shine Like a spirit in the void. How you reached out, Laughing and tempting And pushing the world away, That nothing might stand In your way or block your path. Journeying as you would, Here and there, Never stopping and Never slowing down. Even as the snow melted.Afterthoughts
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Why is delivering things in a car called "Shipment" while delivering things by boat is called "Cargo" ?
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Now that you love me, I love myself. I never thought I would say that. I never thought there'd be you.
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