imagination

Birds gather Then scatter Flying every which way They soar to new heights And see new places Or old places In a new way My thoughts gather Then scatter Every which way Sometimes they fly away, sometimes They soar to new heights Sometimes they fall flat, sometimes They take me to new places Or old…

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bitter pill

When I was a little kid, I couldn't swallow pills. Not even little ones. They would stick in my throat, their bitterness spreading on my tongue, and I just could not swallow them down. Couldn't do it. So my mom, being the nice and amazing lady that she is, would stick a pill in a…