Three after midnight
I awake
To find that
The dinner spices
Turned my mouth
Into a dry gutter
Once again
I stumble on wobbly knees
Through a dark,
Silent house
Banging a door;
Bouncing off a corner;
Stubbing a toe;
Groping in the dark
With blind fingers
For an empty glass.
The water bottle is mute.
No gurgle answers
My demand.
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(Richard M. Feldman) Ever since I was a young boy, the only thing I wanted to be was a cowboy. I wanted to own and work on a real ranch, with cattle and horses. Especially horses.
While I never became a cowboy, considering everything I have done
Sherlyn Powell opens up about her love and devotion to her family and the overwhelming repercussion when communication breaks down. Heartbroken and distraught she learns to release her prayer and realize with faith God would reunite her family.
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Good one. And you, that's why some guy invented ghe nightlight.
-gene.
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.