Pen-de-dumb-Poem

All I knew was nothing said high self-worth to a teenager like being told you were the descendant of an amoeba, which was almost all we'd heard up until that point.

The anchor has bitten and the engine is switched off, leaving behind a silence that seems so complete that you’d swear time had somehow moved on, forgetting to take you along. The air is absolutely still, the sea like a sheet of heavenly silk, laid out to catch our dreams. The boats lie in disarray; abandoned by the wind like a child’s toys, scattered carelessly across the bay.

You'd think that he'd done all the work,
that giving birth was just a perk
of being married to the man
who's proved to all the world - "I can".

Her mouth was opened wide,
Such a target I confide!
So I piled a bunch upon my spoon
And aimed for the dark inside!

Those ordinary, little slippers lie on the floor, awaiting me.

Oh my goodness! Wasn't me!

The wax applied, the strips in place
Then ZIP - I smiled so sweet.
Then raced into the bathroom
And collapsed upon the seat!

When we finally arrive at preschool, I discover that my child is barefoot.

"Last night I sprained my ankle dancing on the head of a pin. Don't you dare laugh! It hurts like hel--well, you know."

What I wouldn't give to hear an electric guitar or even a banjo

When he wrapped his car around a tree, guess who got blamed

Following a win on one machine, she moved to another, and so on, until, well, let's face it, she got lost.

I barely escaped fallout from the elder-bus patrons and casino hopping retirees shaking their fists in the air and yelling for some youthful casino worker to apprehend me.

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The odor would linger for days, but we couldn’t have any pickles for a few days as they had to set and flavor.

There was[were] only a few reasons

It was overwhelming, how the hollow hungry feeling in her stomach spread frenzied into her extremities, butting against the walls of her body, filling her with an shaky, liquid confusion

And he thought it was cute, and told her not to be embarrassed, but everyone was looking. And she hadn’t slept all night. And the pale buds he handed her looked silly next to her red-rose face, but he took her hand and led her into the hallway, and jets of touch ran from her hand through her arms and legs, finally icing her warm red cheeks into a

who's minds, as well as appendages, are geared

"Well, my girlfriend, Jenny, I want to ask her to marry me but I...I don't have enough money for a ring.["]

I can taste, see, smell, feel, and hear everything as if it were that moment.

Besides, he’s a bear for heaven sakes, he is not going to keep the clothes clean

Mom and Dad always went down and talked, talked, talked with people while we had to stand around and be good. Nothing for kids to drink, and no doughnuts for us, oh no, it would ruin our lunch

we were suppose[d] to believe that
made the woods safe [for] everyone
had taken the [peek] off the top of the hill
flying right up the [truck]
We found the [tire] prints

knock herself out, she'[s] still be exactly

Berluti loafers.{, t} The male answer to Minolo Blahnik

what do you mean ‘left an inch and a half from the altar[?’]”

Apparently, abject betrayal tasted a lot like bile.

Her eyes were bloodshot and she looked like she was getting ready to kill me. It was then that I sensed something was wrong