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  • Joined: February 2012


The Walk from the Widget King

“Walk with me,” the old Widget King sternly said to the young engineer. It was a beautiful summer’s evening, one which wasn’t neither too cool, nor too hot, with a soft breeze rustling the leaves of the tree line street. Decorative iron streetlights cast their glow along the sidewalk the as two men strolled. / “You are on a very dangerous course, young man, and I think you need to know why thin…
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A Summer's Morning

This morning / The sky was a deep blue with whisks of white clouds. / The air was neither too warm or too cool, and a soft breeze blew just enough to rustle the leaves of the tree. / That morning, / The breeze softly rustled the curtain of the bedroom window, and song birds sang in the yard. / It was the first day of summer break and there was no school bus to catch, no cares in the world. / T…
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Where have all the fireflies gone? / As a child the yard was filled with them, / glowing and swishing their faint yellow light as they flew. / We laugh with joy as we chased and gently caught them in hand, / and watched their light flash with amazement. / Or capture them in a jaw and watched them light the dusk; / freeing them when Mom called us in. / Then life got busy, / and the fireflies faded…
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Reflections on My Friends Birthday

What happen to us? / We had a lifetime ahead of us, / And the warning of the old for our guide; / “That will never happen to us….” / … they laughed. / Suddenly we became mortal. / Aware of time becoming fleeting, / Though we are young at heart, we are young no more. / The river of time slowly carries us to our graves, / As it always has, / But now we can feel the current’s tug. / Life becam…
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