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Tim Senior Member
since 1999-06-08
Posts 1794 |
Last night I felt my heart slow down beating not like a metronome but like the drip of water from the rusty faucet in the kitchen it was as if my life was leaking down on last week’s dirty dishes Drip, Drip, Drip- right down on the cast iron skillet landing in the grease from the fried baloney |
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Martie
Moderator
Member Empyrean
since 1999-09-21
Posts 28049California |
Tim A good brisk walk should fix that. Stay well, my friend.  |
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Midnitesun
since 2001-05-18
Posts 28647Gaia |
Guess that fried baloney was not digestable? Nice metaphors here, Tim. ~tick tick tick tick~ seeking a balanced beat |
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BeWitched Junior Member
since 2005-07-06
Posts 31 |
another enjoyable read, thank you  |
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Marilyn Member Elite
since 1999-09-26
Posts 2621Ontario, Canada |
Wow. Never any wasted words with you my friend. Marilyn. |
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scorpio Member Ascendant
since 2002-10-02
Posts 5178right...there |
Sounds like time to look in a heartsmart diet. Enjoyed Tim.. believe in what your heart feels... |
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Sunshine
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
You've got to cut out those late night snacks, Sir!  |
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Enchantress Member Empyrean
since 2001-08-14
Posts 35113Canada eh. |
Well done...actually made me feel a little queasy.  Hugs~Nancy Something tugs at me, I've no doubt of that. |
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