When its one lost soul crying defeat
One last role curtained in a fall
When it’s a table for one
A tinsel toy for another
Broken in a trice
It comes no more when called
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I'm trying to break out of a corroded iron prison with a chisel and a sponge. Will eventually chip my way out if I could only stop cleaning ...-
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Just wanted to stop by and thank you for the comment.
People-watching (or listening, in this case…) is fascinating and makes good food for thought. And yes, strangers can be more interesting sometimes! You wonder who on earth they are, what they do, where they’re going, what their life is like. Most of the time you never find out, but at least you can wonder. Then come home and blog about everything in your head.
Again, thank you for reading and commenting! Have a wonderful day…Jen
Hi Jen! Yeah true story, the stranger the better
… Sure thing.. Thanks for visiting!