

A Nice, Average StoryJack Johnson was just about as average a fellow as you were likely to meet. He had short brown hair, bland blue eyes, and a wide unassuming nose, which blended perfectly with the blue shirt, red tie, and black pants that made up his daily costume.A Nice, Average Story
He lived in a nice, average house, on a nice, average street, in a nice, average town in the middle of New Hampshire (The Nicest, Most Average State). He had a nice, average wife (Joan, who did charity work on Wednesday evenings and enjoyed knitting), two nice, average kids (Johnny, who played video games and enjoyed cheeseburgers, and Jane, who played


Treasure ChestI opened up my heart today And discovered not happiness Not love Not joy Not hope But only a chest of broken promises A thousand of them shimmering Big and littleTreasure Chest
Trivial as a grain of sand Monumental as an ocean
There are promises to others Lying broken here Promises to call To visit To say hello To share a day
I look at them And they sting my eyes My head My heart They sting And then they fade
But the promises to myself That lie here broken on the ground I cannot bring myself t


WaitingWe are waiting. For years, we have waited, smiling our plastic little smiles, our cheeks forever bunched up and rosy. We wait in the sun. We wait in the rain. We wait in the snow, if they forget to bring us in for the winter. We sit, and we smile, and we wait.Waiting
We watch, too. Watch as they drink their lemonade, and have their barbeques. We watch as they play their parlor games, and discuss their politics. We watch them, and yet, after so many years, they barely even see us. And therein lays our advantage. They go about the
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