Posted 12 May 2005 - 03:38 AM
In one of the stores, he picked up a mirror and looked in it.
Not knowing what it was, he remarked,
"How about that! Here's a picture of my daddy."
He bought the "picture," but on the way home he remembered his wife, Lizzy,
didn't like his father.
So he hung it in the barn, and every morning before leaving for the fields, he would go there and look at it.
Lizzy began to get suspicious of these many trips to the barn.
One day after her husband left, she searched the barn and found the mirror.
As she looked into the glass, she fumed,
"So that's the ugly witch he's runnin' around with!"
Posted 12 May 2005 - 11:47 AM
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Posted 17 May 2005 - 08:43 PM
To have a friend is to have a shoulder to cry on, a hand to hold and an extra pair of legs when yours are too weak to stand alone...
I have been living buried in books and writing classes... as an added note I must say that it is rather scary when you start dreaming and all you can see within your dreams is words floating everywhere!
Valerie Lynn Harrell is the published author of a book of poetry, titled "A Little Girl Lost... Was Found Through Her Writing"
Posted 27 May 2005 - 11:08 AM
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