In the museum were many turkeys painted on a mural,

Jolly birds they were

And full of themselves

Like a party from hell

Giggling through iron walls

I had to eat them all!

I don't like the word "Fans" but who ever you people are thanks for helping lift my spirits!


I had a dream that Trump was never born and that his middle name was low brow.



Do you really think Trump could bring progress?

Shall you and I attempt to touch the sky. Shift of story.

Susan lay on her back breathing loud and heavily.  Strange cloud formations were above and nothing seemed below.  She now felt that Bill Hole must be dead.  There was no fighting this overwhelming feeling.  Deep down she knew this has nothing to do with him.  She was at least aware that she had been losing weight and was more anxious than normal.  To her left she listened to a creek swishing and burbling, then jumped to her feet.   The metropolis was waiting!