1. Lasagna Recipe
2. How to replace alternator
3. Bookstores near me
4. Coffee shops near me
5. Breve
6. Breve vs latte
7. How to tell if your house is haunted
8. Derealization
9. Common ghosts
10. How long to boil eggs
11. Chairs stacked in a pyramid
12. Footsteps
13. Hearing footsteps
14. Hearing yelling
15. Yelling just outside my door
16. Bruises
17. Random bruises
18. Angry ghosts
19. Angry ghosts
20. How to get rid of angry ghosts
21. Why is there an angry ghost in my house
22. Exorcist
23. Cheap exorcist
24. Package stores near me
25. How much is too much crying
26. CPTSD
27. Baby names list
28. Indeed
29. How to move on
30. Pilot pens
November starts with howling wind and creaking branches
The surface of water in puddles, blowing like that of a lake
Although, the orange sunrise reflecting in it was beautiful
But then the peace was cut short abruptly and unexpectedly
By an alternator and transmission line breaking at once
The chaotic day ensued with neck pain from the stress
But as things settle like fall leaves landing on the ground,
I think back on a beautiful sunrise, waving in a puddle!
Heidi Sands
11/1/19
Once upon a time, I wanted some Archways,
Those yummy spicy Windmills, I say,
So good spread with soft cream cheese,
To keep myself if you please.
Got in my clunker to head down the road,
Hidden in that car was a horny toad,
Sat on the alternator and killed the motor,
In the middle of the street, thought I was a goner.
A rainstorm started and drew out the frog,
He was so thirsty he drank like a hog,
Thought of pumpkins while I was waiting,
The engine started with out that weight-on.
Goodbye, Mr. Frog, I’ll have pumpkin pie,
Hope you don’t drink rainwater until you die,
I’ll mosey on to my grocery store,
Get those Windmills and eat some more.
The zipper was broke on my old rain coat,
The Windmills got wet and I got soaked,
But the clunker started without the old frog,
And I chuggety chugged with a splash in the bogs.
Once upon a time I went to the store;
My Clunker broke down, should I say more,
Your world
My world
Alternate universe
No
Alternative perspective
Alternator
Charge
Conduit
Your world is the alternator that holds the charge to power my voice to become a conduit of alternative perspective. This is simply because your world is the same as my world. It is our world. We simply live adjoined, yet divided by alternate perspectives.
Car on fire smoking
Alternator shot
400 dollars drained
Pockets empty
Hold steady...
Coffee spilled on laptop
Fights at work
Anger from financial strain
**** retentive drivers
Hold steady...
Car fixed, thank God
Laptop dried out still works, thank God.
Arguments end, thank God
Drivers live another day, thank God
And since then...
I always thank God and somehow.... Hold Steady.
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