Bloody near killed me, but didn't so I can forgive.... but not quite forget.
Word Processing, Words, the Voice, a Grunt, a Screech, a Splash.
Real progress, huh?
The things that contribute to our annoyance may well be the way to our arrival.
I sailed to the South Atlantic. I may have still been under the influence of alcohol. I don't honestly remember.
Do we desire something that was really not meant for us?
It's not a peom, but just my opinion on everything I could think of at the time.
