Looking at baby's face I saw the plight of the. human race. Dying to survive. Shaken by the irony the anger rose inside of me. And would not, would not subside.
Yeah I'm a little tired, I'm a little wired. Four pots of coffee in the last eight hours. Pacing the floor all the way through. Late, late movies and the early cartoons.
The ladies of the garden club say. His home is just a disgrace to the town. If the Mayor wants re-elected. He'd better pass some laws and tear it down.
It's 3 a.m. and I have been in my head. For quite some time. Every fear, every tear has been swirling. In my mind. . And there are still a hundred reasons.