With a bond that will never be broken,
Damn, this Elmers Glue is really good,
Can't seem to separate these two boards,
Just hope I never again need this wood.
Impossible is just a word.
I guess my days as a member of polite society are long over...some would argue that were over before they started, but no mind...
Anyway...good post Maggie...and yeah, Stephen is usually good for some sound advice...and this article is no exception...who am I to argue with Stephen anyway?
I usually write the piece first, not always though...and not sure if anyone who's read my stuff noticed, but the title is nearly always contained in a line of the story or poem...
To myself I cannot be untrue,
But some days I'm not so sure,
There are times I'd like to escape,
Just pack up and head out the door.
And cry for everything I lost,
Though that never seems to work,
It only leaves tear stains on my shirt,
And makes me look like a jerk.