

a clock with no handsA clock with no hands... Is it standing still,a clock with no hands
Or going nowhere? Is the time lost,
Or has it never been found? Thoughts begin to race...or do they? What is a race without time? Just deja vu replaying itself, Waiting for an end that will never come...


holiday in spainEscape from reality To the bright colors And warm breezes. A sense of adventure Blooms within me. Daring, wild, eager to take the chance. He looks across the counter Over the wide-mouth margarita. What if he knew the real me? Just a secretary at some job. Screw it, none of that matters I've been reborn On this holiday in Spainholiday in spain


after our daughter's weddingAfter our daughter's wedding The fun of dreaming and planning, Fishing through a sea of beaded silks, Sampling cakes even more extravigant Than Betty Crocker's wildest dream. After the ceremony in the church, The limo ride to the expensive hall, The chocolate fountains and gourmet dishes, Tables decorated by Swarofski crystal. I can't wait to see the lookafter our daughter's wedding
On her father's face when he sees That he should've just given her dance lessons.
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IN THE NAME OF ABSOLUTE JUSTICE!
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now THERE'S something you don't see outside of a con
I go to AKF. Ima Frosh.
And, you were talking to John.
Are you in Artttehhhh club?
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now THERE'S something you don't see outside of a con
Hey, are you in teh Arteh club?
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