How hard it was for him to see far into the distance
And that was the whole reason why he was there
Zany things were in the works, and he needed to know how it would pan out
Except the fortune teller was exclaiming that his future was pretty …
Always there was a distance between them.
Could be living on different coasts, but it wasn’t.
Really it happened even when they were in the same room.
Oh, if they could just figure out a way to cross the gap
Such that all their dreams could come true.
So it was a tragedy when they settled for the next best thing.
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Machine magician, doctor of octane studies, wrench whisperer
Every one of those titles match well with her engine grease pedicure
Changing the blown out head gasket of an Oldsmobile 442
Her wizardry breathed life back into that smoke belching dragon
And by the end it bent to her will, purring with all eight cylinders
Now ready to consume as much blacktop and gasoline as could be reached by the tip of the pedal
It was the masterful application of her sorcery and to celebrate its completion she pushed her mount to the max
Causing twin black streaks as evidence of her passing as she rode the beast into the distance
Chocolate chips, brown sugar, vanilla extract play lead guitar
Oh, and all the stuff that gives it structure like a good back beat
Organize the lumps of raw dough on a baking sheet
Keeping good social distance between them
Igniting the oven and bringing it to temp so this party can get started
Everything comes out ooey, gooey, and so bad for you. Yum!
For the recipe of the above pictured cookies go to: https://sallysbakingaddiction.com/giant-chocolate-chip-cookies/
(I have not tried them yet, but they look awesome!)
So things are getting pretty tough
That might be an understatement
Really it’s moments like these that define who we are
Understanding how to work past pesky problems
Giving each other a hand and cross the finish line together
Going the extra distance because we choose to do so
Looking forward to sharing stories over a cold one at the pub
Enjoying our victory over this…
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Luscious ruby red pucker
It called to him to get close
Perhaps to brush her with his
Still, he kept his distance
The idea of that oily makeup on his face
It kind of freaked him out
Couldn’t she wash it off
Keeping everything perfectly natural
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Down the river floated the inflatable raft
Rapids could be heard in the distance
If they paddled hard they could determine their course
Find the optimal entrance into the turbulent times
That’s why it was such a shame that they never got their paddles wet
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Rain fell all around Teresa
Obscuring the pale sky above
Yet a smile crept to her lips
Glowing in the distance was a magnificent rainbow
Beautiful segregation of wavelengths into an orderly progression
It made the rain a welcome “and one”
Very wet, but very happy, she continued her walk home
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Misha looked back over the waves
In the distance, she could still see the fires on the shore
Reaching out, she placed a comforting hand on Herb
After everything, the two of them had been through
Cutting ties with their past and sailing into the unknown was the hardest
Last week it looked like they would both be dead in a mass grave
Even unbelievers like Misha could recognize their escape for what it was
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Pulsing flames lit the darkened street
Yielding billowing smoke into the night sky
Reaching for her cigarettes, Naveen smiled contently
Out in the distance, the wails of firetrucks helped her smile grow even larger
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