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The wind is cold upon my face
As look to the sky
And I often wonder
Why
You said
Bye bye

As I sit here and think
I feel like I wanna sink
Into a deep black hold

Isn't it true that there are times one seems so ambivalent?
Sometimes, it can be blissful, happy, so effervescent-
I wish that the feeling of happiness is not transitory,

A story in 200-word episodes. Our infernal hero escapes from cyberspace but loses his disguise.

There was a man named Dunderbeck a butcher was his trade,
On the street he sold old meat and the sausages he made,
But people rarely bought his meat his business was joke,

To remember friends who are not there
to remember things that we share
the joy and the laughter
and all the tears
and all the hugs
over the years
friendship never dies
it just grown

I’d not realised before how tall he was – six feet four, at least.

Brussels is frightening!!!

Laying in a hospital bed,
Fighting to stay alive,
Friends and family preparing for the worst,
Odds against me to survive,

My eyes close,
Images then appear,
A multitude of memories,

Hippopotomonstrosesquipedaliophobia is the fear of long words. No, I'm not kidding. It's as if the creator(s) of this word was (were) playing a cruel joke on those whom suffer from it.