I sat for an hour today and played with a little red
Stress ball, tossing that little sucker in the air
Dropping it half the time but the point is, I suddenly
Realized I hadn’t thought of problems or illness
Or anything for about an hour, because of that little
Red ball… I guess we all have to take our relief where
It comes and for me, today, it was a little red stress ball
And a glorious hour without a problem on my mind
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Reviewed by Debra Harmes-Kurth (Reader)
Reviewed on December 31, 2006
I have one of those too, and you're right they work wonders. Nice writing.
Debra
Reviewed by Bernard Lenormand (Reader)
Reviewed on March 19, 2004
red ball, green apples,steel ball.. short ascetic times trying our finger plasticity withdraw problems and pleasures... just a good abstention feeling from our submission to collective ends.
was that 8am or 8pm? guess we take our relaxation where we can get it, huh, babe
Reviewed by Oisín Breen (Reader)
Reviewed on March 13, 2003
ah beautiful
happened to me not in the same context but i spent four hours tossing a tennis ball to a friend accross my bedroom. Didn't sleep till eight and all we were doin was throwin a ball.
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Debra
I love you ..insomnia partner.
Bernard
miss you
josie
happened to me not in the same context but i spent four hours tossing a tennis ball to a friend accross my bedroom. Didn't sleep till eight and all we were doin was throwin a ball.