After the eight, I try to lock my gate, let love, peace and joy rule my fate, before it's too late.
I want to go home, had enough of this work. Slavery is a better name, it and work are the same. I work hard all day, don't make enough pay.
No one gives a ham, even no bread and jam. Looking for a sugar coat, might as well not gloat. The proof is in eight, sore legs do dictate.
When the green gets in hand, I'll need a magical wand. Poof , its gone that quick, what a magical trick. Eight hours in the day, Sixteen left to rest, relax and play. Don't seem like enough, life can be rough and tough.
A way to use your mind for silent communication. Speaking about the methods in the book I have used since a young age.
21st Century learning. I also have a GoFundMe page to ask for funds so I can research with other people and add their experiences
The second book in the telepathy series. It contains more ways for the up and coming telepathist to experiment with the sending and receiving of thoughts and is at the end of the story about future telepathy people found unexpectedly chosen by the go
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"After 8 hours" sings wit-wise, leaving a stimulating sound
to wake up the logical mind.
I enjoyed this poem, "After 8 hours".
Healthy creative life, Poet!
Andre Emmanuel Bendavi ben-YEHU
I'll need a magical wand.
Poof ,
its gone that quick,
what a magical trick."
Great lines! Another nice one, G.