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The Dice Men

Sky long since darkened the dance floor began rocking Two men sat and watch playing dice to pass the time. We danced like that once. Said one to the other. "Once? I danced much more." The other proclaimed loudly. They roll a 6 and such a slow sweet song played they listened and hummed a long waiting, wishing they could join. Then came the number 5 kicking the music alive. Scorning the break dancers secretly wanting their moves.   A waitress bringing drinks shook the table a bit "Enjoy your game folks" but the dice had moved to a 3  And a man went to his knee wanting a bride to be. Smiling brimming with memories The next man rolled a 4. This song left the men silent a red dress woman with a partner in a tuxedo matching. fell into an entrancing step. So on to the dice the men continued to play. Rolling and watching the evening unfold.
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The Curse of a Book

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Haiku

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Hour Glass

Once I stood on a promontory point The cascading wall of rain had me Like a hour glass pinned to the sand of time Surrounded by water, chopping at the air While beating unstoppable rhythms of fear Is retreat an option or must I remain fixed? As pelt after pelt wets my face. Isolated with only my thoughts for comfort Tasting hope in the fresh air, But still letting the wind tangle my hair, And finally to look for The sun moving through the clouds As an unquenchable fire To warm my very soul. No, I am not trying to be all philosophical. I was just upset and wrote this to comfort myself. (It worked because I do feel a little bit better).

Swing, swing, swing.

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The Dentist

I went to the dentist today. Of course, I didn't find it amusing that I had a cavity, or that I would have part of my tooth sawed off, and I know it is important to take things seriously.   However, I have to admit. It was funny to see half of my face sag for the next three hours. Even funnier when I tried to eat lunch.   Despite the humor, I don't want to go back any time soon.