Getting off the bus, the rain began to pour. I scooted across the road and slowed my pace. The rain pelting down on me felt good, I felt a strange sense of freedom. 282 more words
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It was the ASS’ routine every Thursday at three,
To check all the lights on the ole Christmas tree!
So he climbed to the top, and checked each little string, 98 more words
You would be forgiven for thinking, at first glance, that I had mistakenly added the same photo twice, but alas you would be incorrect. I have noticed quite a few times in my journey through the history of nose art that there is often a repetition of subject or name. 333 more words
Tis the season to reach out to wish those far and near,
A Merry Christmas and Happy New Year!
So the ASS got some cards and picked up some pens, 96 more words