I don’t know. A phrase was stuck in my head so I wrote a poem about it when I should’ve been helping in the church library.
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I don’t know. A phrase was stuck in my head so I wrote a poem about it when I should’ve been helping in the church library.
They say there are two types of people in the world and never the twain shall meet.
With all due respect to Thoreau, Emerson, or any other weirdos lurking in the bushes …
How to celebrate the heroes who don’t wear capes? Or even shirts around the house?
For some the world will completely stop; for others it will go on normally.
“…even in our sleep pain that cannot forget falls drop by drop upon the heart, and in our own despair, against our will, comes wisdom to us by the awful grace of God.”
Why was everyone so grossed out on my way up and so complimentary on my way down?
For anyone who has ever found themselves marooned in a conversation.
There are two ways you can play this, and each says a lot about you.
The Speaker Man puff out his chest. His quotes are stock, all memorized.
Of all Job’s many afflictions, one particular affliction still endures. Read on.