milk white porcelain
dresden stamp on the bottom
valuable purchase
found at garage sale
appreciated more now
two dollars well spent
cat flap in garage is frequented by a wren
as if she owns the place, she hops right in
this is day two, that I have seen this sight.
If a cat is inside there, she is not so bright.
Arson murder of 9 persons after the content of the tailor shop was stored in the garage Ciro Gargano his business Partner fireman gene Kalinowski the great cover up resulting in many more arson murders back off me with terrorist threats my prayers are with the fire captain who perished in that garage I’m totally reminded of Gargano arson murders 9 people died I have no fear of your intimidation very sad when city officials working for a wannabe crime boss covering up his arson murders doesn’t matter who you send to light the match set the blaze lives are taken I know what you did how you hide behind the undesirables to set blazes in garages trash cans tailor shops Fbi warned me my life would forever be in danger today my Chicago flag is hung in memory of all the lives that persished in your fires
at a garage sale
tables of pre-owned items...
life stories and tales
in a motley collection
sold for just a buck or two
blue dresden china
pitcher from a garage sale
mom figured it out
My dusty cluttered house becomes clean and organized once again -all while putting a little jingle in my pocket
Up in the mornin’ and out the door.
Goin’ garage salin’ some more.
Shop, shop, shop, shop, never stop.
She’ll have me out there until we drop.
it's pretty dark here
the lights are burned out
is there a murderer under my car?
Uncle’s garage was full of junk that made us shout.
My nephews fought over who had to clean it out.
I’ll do it, his industrious grandniece said, don’t pout!
She found a mint 1934 Packard 12 worth money no doubt.
Now the squabbling and screaming was about to begin.
I think he left everything to me said his nephew Fin.
You signed it over to me, reminded his sister, Gwen.
Because of all her hard work, she was the one to get the win.
see messy garage
has been like a big barrage
result sabotage
So many things we have collected,
that were important to us back when.
Just no way we could live without these,
treasured gifts from family or friend.
Now stuffed in heaps of ragged boxes,
upon folding tables strewn about.
Seems that our real life and youthful hopes,
have not always followed the same route.
Through the years so many households,
we have packed into a moving truck.
In our search to find that perfect life,
these are the things that have always stuck.
They say memories don’t have a price,
but these little stickers say not true.
The small writing tells us that ours will,
only cost you a dollar or two.
So come in and search this treasure friend,
find that perfect fit for your own space.
You can make it part of your life's plan,
build your own memories to embrace.
Because all the things I cherish most,
isn’t stuff collected from my past.
You’re the best thing life has given me,
family and friends will always last.
Just before the couple’s wedding day
a young man told me about his plan
How he and his wife would be equal
no difference between the woman or the man
All the chores like cooking and the cleaning
would be shared equally by each one
That way neither would have the burden
and working side by side would be fun
But after that first meal together
she told him perhaps it would be best
If he left the cooking up to her
maybe he could help with all the rest
So then he tried to do the laundry
but somehow the whites all came out red
She said perhaps honey the next time
maybe you could wash dishes instead
So he loaded up the dishwasher
she stopped him before he could hit start
She had to rearrange the whole thing
Said, why don’t you make the bed sweet heart
But he left the bottom sheet wrinkled
the pillows unfluffed and strewn about
She said why don’t you wash the car dear
right after you take the garbage out
He contemplated the lesson learned
as he stood in the garage that day
In order for him to be her equal
he would have to stay out of her way
There stood a man in coveralls all greased up with a smile on his face
It was our first time meeting but still welcomed me to his sacred place
The shop his cave sometimes even just a place to get away
I got to become part of his world shortly after that first day
I don't know how and I definitely did not know when
I just knew from my heart that I was going to see him again
I felt a connection that I had never felt at all before
It was so unimaginable what could be next in store
We talked for some time and we both felt it getting stronger
But the time not spent was hard and they were getting longer
Then there was a bump in the road and we had just stopped talking
There was no more contact and it even lead to some blocking
A few weeks went by and my feelings were still there
I did not understand what made him just stop care
Then the bubble with his name came on to my screen
With a happy message of a hi and how have you been
My hairs stood tall and shivers covered me from head to toe
I knew at that moment I would never again let him go
Now my hair is standing tall and goosebumps all around
I now know that this was my true love I had found
Away in a garage
My car felt alone.
And she was frightened
Wanting to come home.
She has a phobia
Of mechanical men.
She will break down
If she sees them again!
Like doctors to humans,
Apprehension's within.
Though they're there to help us
They get under our skin.
My car was so frazzled
She was shedding her paint!
If she were a person
I'm sure she would faint.
But after persuasion
A service was done...
This time next year
This will have begun.
This cat loves art
The cat is cool and kind
Loves art of every shape
and form.
This cat appreciates what it can do
how it can shape the perspective in the way it
can sort of manipulate the mind and posits
the ordinary day to day drab into a more
clearer sense and yet still never dictate
since it is all free
you know, art is free
you know, it is open to all
it has sensibility, it has holds at least some sort of truth.
Art is like mathematics or chemistry with alchemy
in the background since it seems to be mystic,
like a fog, something is there, but you got to look,
or hear it close, it draws you in, or maybe it don't.
It's War and Peace, or Crime and Punishment,
or it's vivid like Joe's Garage.
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