The Atchison Weekly Globe, Kansas, April 18, 1912
The Canton Independent-Sentinel, Pennsylvania, June 4, 1931
If that ball was red, his head would just explode. 🤯
Keep your eyes on the ball
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I hate hospitals/where even mountains weep
in the hospital's crowded hallway,
I stand alone
cold steel clatters,
overlapping somber screams
drenched in antiseptic-
the reaper's lullaby.
the worst of it, however, is when
i see a father
he's concrete and rocks,
a pillar of our haven,
the core of a warm hearth.
but his iron heart,
now starts to fracture,
like a sandcastle
facing the wrath of a storm.
he, who once blazed so bright,
shielding us from the cold
now withers, grows pale
his flame, once bold, now a blue ember.
as I gaze upon him,
i ponder the weight he bears;
in his shoes,
what fate awaits I-
a house of cards,
should I, too, bear
even a fraction of his woes.
It does not matter how fast you go as long as you stop at the red light.
Auilox
Maybe we shouldn't let our politicians play on the computer.