writting
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“Like dewdrops that sparkle in summer’s warm rays On gossamer wings of a midsummer’s day,I tickled sweet Life, and her laughter took flight,Like wind-scattered petals that dance and sway,My heart bloomed crimson in morning’s soft light. But fortune’s wheel turned, and she drifted away,Her eyes became storms on a wind-ravaged sea.Through winter I wandered, lost
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Beep. “Hey, this is Fred. I’m probably out dodging asteroids or something, so leave your message after the beep.” Beep. “Yo, Fred, it’s me. Pick up, dude! Freeeeeddd, oohhh Freeeeeedieeee… Oh, come on, man! Alright, fine. It’s me, give me a shout when you get this. Catch you later, space cowboy.” Believe it or
BB Grey--musings 