waiting
The bench sat under the oak,
waiting.
An empty box of chocolates,
a wilted rose
lie
there.
Waiting.
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The bench sat under the oak,
waiting.
An empty box of chocolates,
a wilted rose
lie
there.
Waiting.
I like nonesense, it wakes up the brain cells. Fantasy is a necessary ingredient in living, it's a way of looking at life through the wrong end of a telescope. Which is what I do, and that enables you to laugh at life's realities. Dr. Seuss(1904-1991)