She looked at his pens
Pondered what words were contained
That were never used
She looked at his pens
Pondered what words were contained
That were never used
She looked into the night sky and pondered her place.
Perhaps she was just a gathering of dust on a rocky mote flying through emptiness.
It made her feel small and insignificant,
Refuse of exploded suns long since forgotten in the cosmic background.
If that was it, well, that was still pretty cool.
The fact that her ancestors were ancient suns lightened her soul, and her smile lit up the night.
So many options to pick from, Dan pondered his choices
High tops, cowboy boots, moccasins, loafers
Or sandals, flip-flops, or maybe his purple Crocs
Eveline slipped on her sensible clack flats and left.
She wasn’t going to be late to the party. Men!
Researching how to solve the problem
Eunice pondered what would be the best method
When she finally decided what she wanted to try
All the things went spectacularly wrong.
Resulting in an amazing learning opportunity
Didn’t realize that this would be her only …
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