Counting from A to Z,
are the ones who keeps me busy.
Leveling 1 to 10,
never makes it to a 100 of those hens.
It makes me sense ever since what a word can make or even follow,
such loving essence of what the difference of however and whatever.
A golden bull ran towards the past,
where that black duck never ran towards,
as I needed to laugh at that blue dog who kept annoying the purple cat,
into all oblivion.
Oh the sense of it all while all the sentence and this statement can not grow, only to know what it means of it all.
About the Creator
Just Sixty Seconds
Oliver sat at a cold, grey steel-covered table. He knew he was next. The longer he sat here, the more confident he knew he wouldn’t make it. His hands were tied to the chair he was sitting on, pushed up against the steel table. A small camera in the corner of the ceiling with a tiny red flashing light was the only thing he was focused on. He felt sick to the stomach. He knew he didn’t have long.
By Joshua Maggs4 days ago in Fiction
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