Jack looked at the plants. They were quite bushy now, and sure enough, most of them were covered with tiny flowers. There was something about them that made him feel slightly uneasy.

About 40 miles away, Mark Lynch, for that was his name today, smiled at the stewardess as she handed him his coat from the Business Class wardrobe.

Only two pairs of feet on the stairs now. One nose in may face as I sleep.

I went to 3 minutes silence to-day ran all the way last post was played. the peace was said No one did a hand shake or a a hug to show there special love They shall not grow old,

Food at altitude Is not good. A tiny gherkin lurking Amid a hash of cold kartoffel (Looking a little bit penile) Smiles at this distressed diner, While, by its side A shrunken frankenfurter,

Return me, please, to the home I once knew, To the sod and the dirt and the old earthen hue Bequeathed by an angel, but lost to the new My memory serves as reminder to you.

What do you think?

I swear I got a lump growing in my throat