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Hello, my name is Mr. Rock I live in the room of a boy named Tony. I have many friends Ms. Feather, Mr. Marble, Ms. Maple Leaf and Mr. Twig. We all live in Tony's room on his dresser. Today's I will tell you about one of my many adventures outside Tony's room. It was a bright sunny Saturday in June when Tony put me in his pocket and took me to the city park.  While we were playing I made some new friends there family named sand a Mr. Crayon and a Ms. Chalk Mr. Crayon and Ms. Chalk joined us in Tony’s Pocket along with some of the sand family, we left the park together and headed to a small park Zoo. When we were at the zoo I was trying

The leaves tumble down the lane like acrobats in a circus.A bag floats thru the air almost landing but never quite,The wind gusts the bag is pulled higher into the sky,the leaves scatter and the sky darkens. Slowly the raindrops come large and fat,then harder small and stinging as they fall and hit her,yet she still sits and stares,never moving, just sitting,staring. All she see's is her life as it could have been,sunny days in the park,rainy days indoors, but none of that matters now, her son is gone taken by the one she loved, no warning, just gone. Silently she looks at their caskets sitting, staring, no tears just rain splashing into t

Is fire alive? Ever notice how it seems to move when you do? Reaching for you. Breathing when you do. What if every match we light begins a life? And every fire we extinguish ends one? Oh little flame do you feel? Are we murderers when we put you out? Who knows its something to think about. Copyright ©2005 K L S

Who? Who? Who? Who are you? Who? Who? Who? all night. Who are you? Who am I? Do you know? Or do I? Do you know who you really are? Even if you think you do Stop and ponder the owls Persistant question Who? Who are you? Copyright ©2005 K L S