

Yesterday while cleaning, I saw two hearts in the cement of our front porch. Here is the photo showing two separate heart shapes.
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Yesterday while cleaning, I saw two hearts in the cement of our front porch. Here is the photo showing two separate heart shapes.
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Here is photo I took while the three of us are walking around Valley Fair Mall. It is from “The Brick Collection” of the “Gap Kids” store located in the upper story.
Notice the animal print jacket the black girl is wearing (left) and the “Mickey Mouse” ears the Asian girl is wearing on her head (right).
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Which steps to take?
Live without break
Piece of cake
Coffee break
Or bloody steak?
Which doors to take?
A fast-paced shake
By an ugly snake
Jump in the lake
Or burning stake?
Which way is fake?
Hell’s downward bake
Hurricane quake
A manly rake
Or snowy filled flake?
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Author’s note: Instead of taking my own photographic images to fulfill the weekly photo challenge: up, I decided to write poetry. The “time lapse” of this “dark” poetry took longer than expected.

Here is an image showing:
“To Go Order 66”
It’s from Carl’s Jr. We are having Hand-breaded Chicken Fillet, Portobello Mushroom Six Million Burger 100% Angus Beef”, a Famous Star, Beef Nachos and three Hand Scooped Ice Cream Shake (Banana, Strawberry, and Vanilla.)
Notice the double digit number six.
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Here is an image showing a small, plastic white heart. I found it on the inside of my car where the driver’s door opens. But I picked it up and stuck to my fingers from electromagnetic charge/static. So I placed it back but took a photo of it upside down, its original position.
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Here is tonight’s double digit numbers:
At 21:11pm tonight, I received a text message showing a cyclist holding up his “race” number 1022.
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She “opened her heart” to him,
so wide that her mouth wouldn’t shut.
And the petals that once graced
her beauty before marriage
were pressed between the pages
of his journal entries and
in memory of the lovely fragrance
he fell in love with so long ago.
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Author’s note: Instead of taking my own photographic images to fulfill the weekly photo challenge: flowers, I decided to write poetry. The “time lapse” of this “dark” poetry took less than a minute.
After completing two 20 step questionnaire, I got two new “Webify Me” backgrounds for my Mozilla Firefox Web Browser. I went through the quiz twice and answered the same questions for both instances. Here are the two links – http://mzl.la/ohl7bh and http://mzl.la/qAb4UQ. The first one shows two magazines against a gray background. The second one shows a newspaper, a comic book and some more paper.

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Knock, knock! Who’s there?
I’m a tax collector. Can I come in?
Okay, but make it quick. I have an appointment.
I will only take an hour of your time.
[An hour or so later…]
Tomorrow I’ll be back with more paperwork…
[The next day…]
Knock, knock! Who’s there?
[Silence…]
Open up! This is the police!
We’re here to arrest your for not paying.
[Silence…]
The SWAT knocks down the door.
They find no one but a talking parrot.
“Out the back door!” yelled the parrot.
But it was too late.
The sneak left the country for good.
The end…
Moral of the story: Don’t let strangers in. And always have a “back door” behind “closed doors”.
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Author’s note: Instead of taking my own photo(s) to fulfill the “requirements” of weekly photo challenge, I’ve decided to attempt writing poetry based on Matt’s photo on entrance.

We are eating breakfast here at Carl’s Jr (store # 7044). We ordered two Big Country burritos and one Sourdough Ham. All three orders are combos with hash brown nuggets and coffee.
Our item number is 33.
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Here is a photo I took of my new Signature Coach bag. It shows the shiny, reflective clasp closed vertically as the pupil. The oval shape is horizontal as the opened eye. I could go far and mention that the trademark letter “C” upon the jacquard fabric are the scales of reptilians.
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Royal purple majesty
Lips of service travesty
From largest “amber waves of grains”
To the smallest green-filled pasture maize
In the reddest sea of money woes
Tears of sadness, hopelessness flows
“From sea to shining sea” of braves
To the sounds of buzzing bee in graves.
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Author’s note: I’ve decided to try writing poetry instead of taking my own photo(s) for Matt’s weekly photo: mountains.