One Saturday evening, down the window I was seeing,
Up came her call, down the bed was I about to fall.
My heart started ringing like a bell;
Picked up the phone and amused of what to tell.
Down came her offer, and she didn’t have a chauffer,
She wants to go out with me,
Clogging my mind were thoughts of [...]
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SANTA’S HAT
By: Cynthia DiSciullo and William Zigmont
Sunshine leaned back into her comfy overstuffed chair,
Felt the amber glow and warmth of the fireplace there
The magic of a youthful mind is so very scrumptious and delicious
A charming place things are really-real even if they are fictitious
Rambleton Acres felt a jolt of winter’s mighty breath [...]
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I went for a walk, as I did each morn,
I picked up the mail which was always the norm,
A letter, a bill and two lousy flyers,
One for insurance and one selling tires.
Nothing seemed special, all was the same,
I looked a bit closer and saw something strange,
A black and white envelope there in the rack,
I scooped [...]
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Earlier chapters:
The Rodeo Girl…the dance floor
The Apartment Problem
Glass Question Token
The Little Girl
Live Theatre with Etta
Etta Has Flown the Coop
Face to Face
Choosing
In Retrospect…
Yes
Etta and the Card
The last three chapters:
Part I
Etta and the Lie
Etta had just moved in with Jeffery when the lying began. She had told people that she was childless, married for money and lived [...]
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The little old house
At the end of the lane
Empty now,
Things will never be the same.
Once full of
Laughter and happiness,
Sits now in total decay
Since the owners,
The Berry’s have passed away.
The parties and picnics
That were given
Remain in the memory
Of those still living.
Each holiday had its’ displays
Thanksgiving and Christmas
The most beautiful always.
Funny how time and life
Pass on,
But good [...]
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I’m a child of the ’50s, and when, as a boy,
Had lots of ambition, but not many toys,
So the forest was my playground, the trees were my space,
I would rather be there than in any old place.
I would live in the treetops and hide in the leaves,
The boughs were my rooftop, the branches, my eaves,
And [...]
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Big city wilderness, what can compare?
Folks by the millions, in lone solitaire,
Looking, not seeing the traffic around,
Heading to work and then home they are bound.
No time for chatter or saying “Good Day”,
In a big hurry, they go their own way,
Whether by subway or taxi or bus,
“Nothing is perfect”, they rant and they cuss.
Playing the markets [...]
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A city boy dreams of what life on a farm would be like.
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ย ย ย ย Wintertime on the farm was always looked forward to with great anticipation, because it meant less chores and more time for recreation. When the snow began falling, I felt a certain satisfaction, because it meant endless skiing and [...]
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Dog chases cat, and the cat chases mouse,
All through the yard and all through the house,
Each has their calling and each has their place,
Whether it’s running or giving the chase.
We are no different in all that we do,
We have a purpose, though some never knew,
We have a calling and we have a place,
Whether it’s running [...]
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The Dream
Have you ever awakened
In the middle of the night
All sweaty and trembling
Shaking With fright?
Only to realize
It is just a bad dream
That woke you
With a loud scream.
Can you remember
The delight
As you returned
To pillow sleeping peacefully
The rest of the night?
Do you wonder
Why such dreams occur?
Was it something
In past life
ย Your memory bestirred?
The mind is [...]
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