Tag Archives: WAITING

WHEN THE DATE RAN OUT IN THE MORNING RAIN …

When The Date Ran Out In The Morning Rain … .. .. I can’t believe that the date ran out in the morning rain The page had slipped, the sail had shipped, the needle skipped, the kipper flipped and the … Continue reading

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A LETTER TO THE EDITOR

A  LETTER  TO  THE  EDITOR .  .  . Who was the guy who sat in front of his canvas for three days and on the third day, took a knife and ripped the canvas saying ‘I cannot paint…’?       … Continue reading

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