Weaving dreams of beguiling gold, a future's price for happiness. What secrets do you, determined, hold? asks the summer wind's soft caress. A guarded name, a hidden hope. Spinning wheels clutching time, grasping straw that falls away, What dreams may come, we soon may find, won't recall at end of day. A cherished life, a memory lost.
As a kid, I decided that when I grew up, I'd solve the world's mysteries--bigfoot being one of them.
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The world would be a more interesting place with a little less Velma and a little more Norville "Shaggy" Rogers, I think.
Joe
t: time lines
Yes, that's very true! And, I can't believe I forgot about "Shaggy"...he should definitely find a place among my Superhero S's :-)
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